Model Citizen

William walks in and gives his real name. A witch tells a boy he is a handle on a broom. That is not metaphor dressed as plot. That is the plot, dressed as a compliment. You will meet Jonathan Hartt in a cockpit of talk. You will watch a man get driven down a road and offered one last orange minute. You will work the cold plains of Havenworth and the mines of Enceladus. You will ride The Lift — the long chapter, the book's spine — and you will be asked, at the end, to put the book down and eat the meal your mother made.