Work, life and sex revolve around video games in this devastating fiction book

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A girl looks at a wall full of photographs in the game Life is Strange.

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We will never find the Fountain of Youth that people fantasized about centuries ago, but out of our pain we can make games. Games allow you to live again and again in eternally perfect and supernaturally strong bodies, and for friends in by novelist Gabrielle Zevin last book Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrowthis is more than enough.

A “game”, for them, and for Zevin, is everything. From the 1980s to the early 2010s, Sam (mother who died in a car accident, Harvard math dropout, good in front of crowds), Sadie (doesn’t believe in marriage, design prodigy of games from MIT, prone to working hard hours) and, for a while, Marx (rich, handsome, Harvard roommate turned game producer) bond over games. For them, playing time is personal, political and the result of their hard and demanding work. The games require blood sacrifices (not enough sleep, too much fighting), but in them you can claim your little piece of immortality.

Sam, whose leg was broken in 27 places in the devastating car accident that killed his mother, turns to games to inhabit a body firmer than his own. Sadie, who got into gaming while her sister was battling childhood cancer, likes to lose herself in a better, safer world. And Marx thinks games are fun.

But Zevin assigns their disparate reasons for playing to their tempers. At Unfair Games, the company conceived in his college department, Sam likes to create in-game facsimiles of himself, Sadie rages at the real world’s blindness to female developers, and Marx, again, likes to have fun.

For these characters, video games are a necessity indistinguishable from all other worthy activities in life, equal to or better than making a lot of money and having sex. Zevin presents his devotion to the craft with gentle authority. At the end of my reading, part of which I spent a bit in tears, thinking about the friendships and games in my life, I felt like my belief in video games had been restored. Didn’t even know it needed restoration. But Zevin suggests that games are like relationships, in that sense. They are things that could tap you on the shoulder when you are busy thinking and busy, reminding you that everything and everyone occasionally requires a little TLC.

morningomniscient narrator in the third person, whose narration flutters through decades (“[Sadie] I’d never be much of a drinker,” the narrator informs us while Sadie is still in college), and in one particularly meta section, she immerses herself in a game, uttering aphorisms about game overlay, life, and love like a Greek oracle. in reverie

The cover of Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow.

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“Playing requires trust and love”, “A name is destiny, if you think it is”, “the human brain is as closed a system as a Mac”, he predicts with delicious conviction. Title Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow itself is a kind of bold divination, coming from a soliloquy in Marx’s beloved book Macbeth. In the speech, Macbeth dismisses life as “a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, / meaning nothing”.

“What is a game?” Marx asks Sam and Sadie. “Their[…]the possibility of an infinite rebirth, of an infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you can win.”

Although Marx and Sadie’s friendship eventually turns romantic, Sam and Sadie’s oldest, possibly most important relationship (“There were so many people who could be your lover,” says the narrator, “but[…]there were relatively few people who could creatively excite you”) never does. Instead, he perches and roasts for three decades. They come together, they separate, they come together, they separate. It’s not romantic, Sam and Sadie often say, but it’s devotion. Like trying to reach a high score or believe in a God. “He made everything beautiful in its time,” says Ecclesiastes 3:11. “He has also placed eternity in the human heart.”

Despite their undying chastity, Sam and Sadie’s relationship reminded me of long-lasting romances in the movies. just as we were Y when harry met sally…, both of which, as morningThey are more interested in the process of love than kissing. Friendship is an art form, a prayer. But memorably in just as we wereBarbra Streisand’s character pleads with Robert Redford, who is about to leave her and become nothing more than a friend.

“Couldn’t we both win?” she asks sincerely.

No, we couldn’t. In Sadie’s favorite childhood game, The Oregon Trail, hunting more bison than you can eat allows their meat to spoil. For you to live in sensual excess, the bison must lose. Sadie feels bad about this. Sam, Sadie and Marx love each other from head to toe, but when Sadie and Marx fall in love loved and buying a house, Sam feels like he’s a platonic love loser. Everybody wants to win. Everybody wants more. But Zevin finds solace in everyday losses: in business, love and death. As Marx (and Shakespeare) say, despite diminishing returns, humans don’t give up, we wait for something good to float into our hands.

Zevin spends much of the novel pondering this contradiction. In gaming and aging, interpersonal drama and death are expected. Cheap. Still, you hold on to the moments that lit you up, a week ago, ten years ago. Another game designer, at one point, tells Sam that he loves the way Sadie “makes blood.”

“Maybe it’s my imagination,” he says, “but I feel like it has people bleeding slightly different colors.[…]. it’s a small thing, […]but I’m obsessed with it.”

Similarly, Sadie’s anger with Sam is always softened when she recognizes him as the boy she met at her sister’s children’s hospital decades ago, or as the boy she met again in college, who lied about being able to see the hidden image in the Magic Eye Posters who cheated at 90.

This is what it is to travel in time,Sam thinks to himself during that college meet. “It’s looking at a person and seeing them in the present and the past, at the same time.”

The only thing that gives you immortality, apart from video games, Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow suggests, is hope. That “feathered thing”, Emily Dickinson wrote once. “That sits on the soul – / And sings the melody without the words – / And never stops – at all -.”

The book is optimistic despite the illness and pain that plague the lives of its characters because they hope to meet again, to play again, to build again as gods. even unpleasant Kotaku The commentators, who are amusingly pointed out by Zevin, responded to Sam saying in an interview that “there is no act more intimate than playing, even sex” by deciding that “there must be something seriously wrong with Sam”, he can’t alter the engine internal that makes us want to live, again, again. This book, with its respect for the trade, the trade of love and games, or love games, will remind you how abundant a life is, how lucky we are to remain in our memory forever.

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