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Much of the book is about writing, and near the end, a former prostitute named Natasha, talking about writing, objects to "fiction" writing because, as she puts it:
The real world is without a discernible plot.This may just be a different way of saying something that I think is true; namely, that the meaning of the world we create is...something we create ourselves. There is no "discernible plot" in the so-called "real world" because in the world we most immediately inhabit, we decide what's real.
We write the plot.
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