So, I think we’ve done a great job with this story. We’ve hit it from so many directions, so sympathetically, and with so much wit - somewhere Gogol must be smiling.
A work of art story is a mirror, really. We bring our concerns and questions and objections and praise to it, and what we’re really seeing is our own mind. The better the work of art, the more it engages us - the more clearly we see our essential concerns, artistic and otherwise, reflected back at us.
What has the story made you aware of, in your relation to the world, or to writing?