Less Is Lost (Arthur Less #2)

by Andrew Sean Greer

Valonica,

What if the whole idea of America is wrong? It occurs to Arthur Less that here, looking upward from their porches on this Universe Appreciation Platform that is their home, his fellow countrymen await the Answer. As, perhaps, do I. America, how’s your marriage? Your two-hundred-fifty-year-old promise to stay together in sickness and in health? First thirteen states, then more and more, until fifty of you had taken the vow. Like so many marriages, I know, it was not for love; I know it was for tax reasons, but soon you all found yourselves financially entwined, with shared debts and land purchases and grandiose visions of the future, yet somehow, from the beginning, essentially at odds. Ancient grudges. That split you had—that still stings, doesn’t it? Who betrayed whom, in the end? I hear you tried getting sober. That didn’t last, did it? So how’s it going, America? Do you ever dream of each being on your own again? Never having to be part of someone else’s family squabble? Never having to share a penny? Never having to bear with someone else’s gun hobby, or car obsession, or nutrition craze? Tell me honestly, because I have contemplated marriage and wonder: If it can’t work for you, can it work for any of us? “Huzzah!” Bee shouts beside Archie, raising her bottle of rum. “Huzzah!”