Since ‘The Traitor Baru Cormorant’ was one of my absolute favorite books of the year, I’m not at all surprised that this short story was also excellent. As someone who despises ‘It’s a Wonderful Life,’ I liked it even more.
Through an interaction between two friends, Dickinson explores the irony that life is harder for those who make life more bearable. It’s also those who are more compassionate who are more likely to have compunctions about hurting those around them by contemplating suicide. But what if you could simply make it so that you’d never been born and none of the pain had every happened?
Would you, or anyone you know, take that option? Might it be a better choice?