I've forgotten my Kindle, that most exquisite piece of hardware capable of sustaining my sanity - or at least prodding it occasionally to make sure it's still breathing - on long flights. Like, for example, my ten-goddamn-hour-long flight to Copenhagen.
Thus Graham will most likely land in Denmark a wholly less-sane man than when he left (and her we thought he had nowhere to go but up), yet his saving grace could be this archaic paper-bound device purchased for more money than was entirely reasonable, which he's actually been meaning to read anyway. Help me, Michael Chabon, you're my only hope.
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