Jeanne Lebar, the narrator of my first novel, goes to the Louvre to consider her future. While looking at La Dentelière she realises:
I wanted a world without narrative, and a world without backstory. I wanted to be able to touch Miller's shoulder without thinking of the others who had touched it before me and without thinking he was thinking of them either....It wasn't exactly that I wanted to rip the backstory out of him, it was that I wanted it never to have existed. The rest of Miller's life was an illusion- like Giotto discovering perspective.
