One might even say that the concern of that novel is the impossibility of beginning any endeavor, philosophically speaking. All art (but especially narrative art) reveals its artificiality and ‘falseness’ when it reaches for, or observes, in the imaginative landscape, some cause that might initiate a dramatic arc, or set such an arc in motion. Which, of course, it has to do. I say this as a lover of art, and as a practitioner of it myself. The nobility of art is not undone by its basis in illusion, nor by its reductive nature.