Less Is Lost (Arthur Less #2)

by Andrew Sean Greer

Less has been approached by a young man in an ill-fitting navy suit—how young, Less cannot tell you. His guess is somewhere between conception and thirty.

He thought he was the only one for whom ordering a deli sandwich and wrestling an alligator held equal levels of terror.

What could be more normal than to be out of place everywhere you go? What could be more American?

Anyway, dogs never say goodbye.

That in real life, there are no protagonists. Or, rather, the reverse: It’s nothing but protagonists. It’s protagonists all the way down.

Just take the ordinary time machine. And try to grow old. Old and foolish and happy.