![]() ![]() I still knew I wanted to write a story about a writer, but I was also-somewhat begrudgingly-coming around to the importance of reader accessibility. Readers had too hard a time connecting, empathizing, caring. But these stories often ended up being just too confusing and abstract for readers, too bizarre. Soon I was writing fiction about fiction writers who were writing their own fiction, and I wanted to see how deep of a rabbit hole I myself could dig. I found this kind of story layering, when done right, rousing, fascinating. I couldn’t get enough of frame narratives-stories within stories, coupled stories, sub-narratives, stories that abutted a series of others, stories about characters who were telling their own stories-of being sent down these rabbit holes as a reader and trying to find my way back out. I lapped up all of Auster’s stuff, his early stuff, anyway. Paul Auster’s The New York Trilogy was a revelation. In my early twenties, I developed a particular affinity for self-reflexive fiction, metafiction, and metanarration. ![]()
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