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Finally I finished and said, Can I be excused and they hardly even paused from their conversation about the strengths and weaknesses of Guinean infrastructure. I grabbed my phone from my purse on the kitchen counter and checked my recent calls. Augustus Waters. I went out the back door into the twilight. I could see the sg set, and I thought about walking out there and sging while I talked to him, but it seemed pretty far away given that eating tired me. Instead, I lay down in the grass on the patios edge, looked up at Orion, the only constellation I could recognize, and called him. Hazel Grace, he said. Hi, I said. How are you Grand, he said. I have been wanting to call you on a nearly minutely basis, but I have been waiting until I could form a coherent thought in re An Imperial Affliction. (He said in re. He really did. That .) And I said. I think its, like. Reading it, I just kept feeling like, like. Like I asked, teasing him. Like it was a gift he said askingly. Like youd given me something important. Oh, I said quietly. Thats cheesy, he said. Im sorry. No, I said. No. Dont apologize. But it doesnt end. Yeah, I said. Torture. I totally get it, like, I get that she died or whatever. Right, I assume so, I said. And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract. I dont know, I said, feeling defensive of Peter Van Houten. Thats part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence. But I doGod, I do really want to know what happens to everyone else. Thats what I asked him in my letters. But he, yeah, he never answers. Right. You said he is a recluse Correct. Impossible to track down. Correct. Utterly unreachable, Augustus said. Unfortunately so, I said. Dear Mr. Waters, he answered. I am writing to thank you for your electronic correspondence, received via Ms. Vliegenthart this sixth of April, from the United States of America, insofar as geography can be said to exist in our triumphantly digitized contemporaneity. Augustus, what the hell He has an assistant, Augustus said. Lidewij Vliegenthart. I found her. I emailed her. She gave him the email. He responded via her email account. Okay, okay. Keep reading. My response is being written with ink and paper in the glorious tradition of our ancestors and then transcribed by Ms. Vliegenthart into a series of 1s and 0s to travel through the insipid web which has lately ensnared our species, so I apologize for any errors or omissions that may result. Given the entertainment bacchanalia at the disposal of young men and women of your generation, I am grateful to anyone anywhere who sets aside the hours necessary to read my little book. But I am particularly indebted to you, sir, both for your kind words about An Imperial Affliction and for taking the time to tell me that the book, and here I quote you directly, meant a great deal to you. This comment, however, leads me to der: What do you mean by meant Given the final futility of our struggle, is the fleeting jolt of meaning that art gives us valuable Or is the only value in passing the time as comfortably as possible What should a story seek to emulate, Augustus A ringing alarm A call to arms A morphine drip Of course, like all interrogation of the universe, this line of inquiry inevitably reduces us to asking what it means to be human and whetherto borrow a phrase from the angstencumbered sixteenyearolds you no doubt revilethere is a point to it all. I fear there is not, my friend, and that you would receive scant encouragement from further encounters with my writing. But to answer your question: No, I have not written anything else, nor will I. I do not feel that continuing to share my thoughts with readers would benefit either them or me. Thank you again for your generous email. Yours most sincerely, Peter Van Houten, via Lidewij Vliegenthart. Wow, I said. Are you making this up Hazel Grace, could I, with my meager intellectual capacities, make up a letter from Peter Van Houten featuring phrases like our triumphantly digitized contemporaneity You could not, I allowed. Can I, can I have the email address Of course, Augustus said, like it was not the best gift ever. I spent the next two hours writing an email to Peter Van Houten. It seemed to get worse each time I rewrote it, but I couldnt stop myself. Dear Mr. Peter Van Houten (c/o Lidewij Vliegenthart), My name is Hazel Grace Lancaster. My friend Augustus Waters, who read An Imperial Affliction at my recommendation, just received an email from you at this address. I hope you will not mind that Augustus shared that email with me. Mr. Van Houten, I understand from your email to Augustus that you are not planning to publish any more books. In a way, I am disappointed, but Im also relieved: I never have to worry whether your next book will live up to the magnificent perfection of the original. As a threeyear survivor of Stage IV cancer, I can tell you that you got everything right in An Imperial Affliction. Or at least you got me right. Your book has a way of telling me what Im feeling before I even feel it, and Ive reread it dozens of times. I der, though, if you would mind answering a couple questions I have about what happens after the end of the novel. I understand the book ends because Anna dies or becomes too ill to continue writing it, but I would really like to know what happens to Annas momwhether she married the Dutch Tulip Man, whether she ever has another , and whether she stays at 917 W. Temple, etc. Also, is the Dutch Tulip Man a fraud or does he really love them What happens to Annas friendsparticularly Claire and Jake Do they stay together And lastlyI realize that this is the kind of deep and thoughtful question you always hoped your readers would askwhat becomes of Sisyphus the Hamster These questions have haunted me for yearsand I dont know how long I have left to get answers to them. I know these are not important literary questions and that your book is full of important literary questions, but I would just really like to know. And of course, if you ever do decide to write anything else, even if you dont want to publish it, Id love to read it. Frankly, Id read your grocery lists. Yours with great admiration, Hazel Grace Lancaster

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