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The Complete Angler

...you are in a maze
of twisty passages...

You are sitting at your computer. “What’s this labyrinth on the left?” you ask yourself. “Am I supposed to click it?” You are about to click, but you are afraid that you’ll get lost. Who or what is Donavan Hall anyway? Sounds like the name of a college dormitory. If he’s a who, then is he real or a character invented by a novelist also named Donavan Hall? You'll worry about that later.

Of course, you’ve heard of Donavan Hall before. He’s that guy that used to write about craft beer. “Didn’t he used to have a blog?” you ask. Someone told you that he is now writing novels (or novellas or novelettes or something like that) all set in a fictional place. Isn’t the town called Long Neck? It’s on some island near a large metropolitan city. (What other sort of cities are there? you think.) You also heard that this Hall character publishes a magazine, what was it called? Something to do with fishing? You are about to give up and do another Google search, when you decide to...

  1. read the WARNING,
  2. consult the map,
  3. start following the author on twitter,
  4. learn about labyrinths, or
  5. just keep reading, thereby delaying the inevitable.

The story so far...

These things begin where they have to: not in the beginning, but somewhere in the middle. It’s tempting to start at the end, but it’s hard to say what the end is until we get there, but there is always the possibility that there might not be an end. And then there’s the trouble with labyrinths: the risk that you’ll get lost.

...I always feel very happy when I don’t understand something and it works the other way around: when I read something that I understand perfectly, I put it aside in disappointment. I don’t like stories with understandable plot lines. Because understanding can be a sentence. And not understanding, a door swinging open. —from Never And End to Paris by Enrique Vila-Matas

...a door swinging open into the labyrinth...