What if none of this is real?
I’ll admit, it’s an idea that bounces around in my head sometimes. I go back and forth, optimism and pessimism, like worrying when the battery in The Reader is going to die.
I’ve figured out what triggers each mood: when I read about some of the ridiculous situations that Molly and her friends find themselves in, I feel like someone is pulling my leg. This is wilder than any fiction I’ve ever encountered.
Then I stumble upon something that convinces me that this is real. I’ve sent a few of the mathematical proofs that I’ve come across to a friend at Cambridge who is dying to meet my anonymous savant. I think he wants to get his name on whatever is published. I’m having to ignore his emails and constant badgering to get anything done.
I put up a diary entry today from Molly that mentions her fascination with multiple dimensions. One of the documents I have here, written by Molly herself, details an ingenious method for visualizing, in one’s head, many physical dimensions. I’m sure the dry explanation will bore most of you to tears, but I’m considering posting the method in full just to give you an idea of what things lend credence to my source material.
Also, an update on the eventual narrative: I’ve reached a point in Molly’s story that would likely make for a good break in her overall saga. I’m scanning around to fill in some details, but perhaps, in no more than a few months, I’ll have a rough draft of the beginning of her story. I’m hoping it won’t take as many tomes to contain it as there are videotapes cluttering my dining room.