Less Is Lost (Arthur Less #2)

by Andrew Sean Greer

You may think: What’s happened? Good God, are they kidding? But it is a rule of life, alas, that nobody is kidding.

Through the window, piano music steals in softly and, finding nothing worth taking, steals back out again and goes silent.

He understood everyone was wrong about life, and if they were wrong about that, then they could be wrong about him. It seemed possible—only for those two hours—that he as well, somewhere inside, could be sequins and song.

Oh, fog of loneliness; oh, mystic moose of love; oh, Arthur Less.