Happy Is What You Realize You Are

[property] Is A Brilliant, Chillingly Revelatory Piece Of Fiction, A Work Of Craft, Economy And Such Good Merciless Observation-one Of Those Rare, Crucial Novels Illuminating A History We Think We Know And Understand So That After We've Read It We'll Never Forget Its Truths.

We're Well Past The End Of The Century When Time, For The First Time, Curved, Bent, Slipped, Flash Forwarded, And Flashed Back Yet Still Kept Rolling Along. We Know It All Now, With Our Thoughts Traveling At The Speed Of A Tweet, Our 140 Characters In Search Of A Paragraph. We're Post-history. We're Post-mystery.

We All Know Our Dates Of Birth But . . . Every Year There Is Another Date That We Pass Over Without Knowing What It Is But It Is Just As Important It Is The Other Date The Death Date.

I Had A Job, I Got Ill, I Left The Job To Get Better, And While I Was Getting Better, I Wrote Some Stories. I Sent Them To Some Publishers And The Fifth One Who Replied Said They'd Take Them. Then They Went Bankrupt. Then That Bankrupt Publisher Got Bought By A Bigger Firm. Story: In The End Is The Beginning, And In The Beginning Is The End.

Thomas Teal, A Luminous Translator Of Jansson's Twin Talent For Surface And Depth, Simplicity And Reverberation In Language, And Someone Who Knows Exactly How To Convey Her Gift For Sensing The Meaning Embedded In The Most Mundane Act Or Turn Of Phrase.