In this chap­ter, the pro­tag­o­nist grap­ples with a chill­ing real­i­ty that leaves him detached from con­cern about death. The frigid con­di­tions fos­ter a per­cep­tion of his mind that resem­bles a drunk­ard’s state; his thoughts drift aim­less­ly, likened to translu­cent jel­ly­fish in the cold expanse of the Arc­tic. Despite the numb­ing cold that bites his hands and feet, his thoughts per­sist, more tena­cious than the frost attempt­ing to dom­i­nate them.

As he nav­i­gates the icy ter­rain, he rec­og­nizes that he is indeed walk­ing, although the sen­sa­tion has dulled. The ice beneath him oscil­lates, sug­gest­ing motion in a land­scape that oth­er­wise feels stag­nant and unfor­giv­ing. He is equipped with a gun slung across his back and a bag hang­ing in front of him, their weight per­ceived as both triv­ial and burdensome—a Sisyphean endeav­or that might hint at an end­less strug­gle.

Despite the severe con­di­tions, he sur­pris­ing­ly finds him­self in a good mood, reveal­ing his resilience or per­haps a dis­con­nec­tion from the dire cir­cum­stances he faces. His lips, too cold to pro­duce sound, pre­vent him from whistling, a sim­ple act that would oth­er­wise express his feel­ings. How­ev­er, amidst this qui­etude, he becomes aware of dis­tant boom sounds—cannon fire ema­nat­ing from a ship, sig­nal­ing his pres­ence or pos­si­bly a call for help. The trio of shots res­onates through the icy silence, echo­ing like a sneeze, a stark reminder of the real­i­ty and per­ils that sur­round him.

Ulti­mate­ly, this chap­ter cre­ates a vivid pic­ture of a soli­tary fig­ure resilient­ly tra­vers­ing a harsh land­scape, main­tain­ing a pecu­liar sense of humor and spir­it, despite the loom­ing threat of death and the for­mi­da­ble Arc­tic con­di­tions that con­fine him. The jux­ta­po­si­tion of his men­tal state against the phys­i­cal chal­lenges presents a com­plex char­ac­ter who con­fronts despair with an unset­tling calm­ness.

In the hushed after­math of a rainy night in New York City on Sep­tem­ber 5, 2014, a young man awak­ens alone, grap­pling with the rem­nants of an unset­tling dream and the tan­gi­ble absence of Addie, the girl he loves. The world out­side is reborn under the bright Sep­tem­ber sun, stark­ly con­trast­ing the somber real­iza­tion that dawns on him; Addie is not just miss­ing from their bed but from his life. His apart­ment, once cohab­it­ed by mem­o­ries and the whis­per of shared moments, now echoes with the soli­tude of his exis­tence.

Com­pelled by a mix­ture of hope and des­per­a­tion, he calls out for her, search­ing through the empti­ness of their shared spaces — the bed­room, the kitchen, the fire escape — each cor­ner a tes­ta­ment to her dis­ap­pear­ance. The stark real­i­ty hits him in waves; the night before was­n’t just an end­ing but the sev­er­ance of their inter­twined lives. Mem­o­ries cas­cade through him, of a promise made under the dim glow of the rooftop, bound by the mag­ic of a moment that marked the final chap­ter of their shared sto­ry.

In search of some­thing tan­gi­ble to cling to, some­thing to prove that Addie was more than a fig­ment of his imag­i­na­tion, he finds the jour­nals. They are relics of their love, a mosa­ic of mem­o­ries encap­su­lat­ed in words — his words that nar­rate her sto­ry, safe­guard­ing their expe­ri­ences from the era­sure time often brings. Amidst the col­lec­tion falls a Polaroid, Addie cap­tured as a fleet­ing ghost, her essence blurred and elu­sive, a poignant reminder of the imper­ma­nence of their bond.

With trep­i­da­tion, he approach­es the jour­nals, half-expect­ing to find blank pages, as if Addie’s dis­ap­pear­ance might extend to the oblit­er­a­tion of their record­ed his­to­ry. Yet, the pages hold firm, the ink stead­fast­ly recount­ing their saga through his script. The entries speak of Addie’s desires, her fears, and her dreams — a tes­ta­ment to a woman who longed to etch her exis­tence in the fab­ric of the world, to live ful­ly before the inevitable end. Through these pages, he con­fronts the para­dox of their con­nec­tion; though she is gone, her spir­it per­sists with­in the nar­ra­tives he penned, a morose yet beau­ti­ful homage to a love that tran­scends the con­fines of real­i­ty and mem­o­ry.

In the rain-soaked vil­lage of Vil­lon-sur-Sarthe on July 29, 1914, Addie Larue finds her­self rem­i­nisc­ing about her past life, acknowl­edg­ing the immense changes over two hun­dred years since mak­ing a fate­ful deal. Despite rec­og­niz­ing few­er famil­iar sights in the vil­lage, cer­tain land­marks like the church and a grave­yard remain untouched by time. Seek­ing shel­ter from the rain at the church’s entry, she even­tu­al­ly ven­tures out to vis­it the grave­yard, espe­cial­ly to place wild ros­es on her par­ents’ graves and to recon­nect with mem­o­ries of her dear friend Estele.

Her emo­tion­al jour­ney is jolt­ed when she dis­cov­ers that a sig­nif­i­cant tree by Estele’s grave, a sym­bol of endur­ing mem­o­ry and con­nec­tion, has been destroyed. Over­whelmed by a pro­found loss, she is con­front­ed with the futil­i­ty of all things against time. Then, Luc, the mys­te­ri­ous enti­ty behind her deal, unex­pect­ed­ly appears, offer­ing a mix of con­so­la­tion and his pres­ence, mark­ing their strange and bound rela­tion­ship fur­ther empha­sized by their exchange in Paris.

In Paris, a city that con­trasts sharply with Vil­lon due to its evo­lu­tion, Addie and Luc share a moment of reflec­tion on their com­plex rela­tion­ship over wine. Luc’s acknowl­edg­ment of their shared lone­li­ness and a hint at his fre­quent, unno­ticed pres­ence around her push­es their rela­tion­ship into a domain of mutu­al acknowl­edg­ment of their con­nec­tions. The dia­logue veers into raw ter­ri­to­ries of long­ing, com­pa­ny, and the con­jur­ing of the past when Luc presents Addie with a wood­en ring she had craft­ed as part of her deal – a sym­bol she believed lost or destroyed. This ges­ture opens up deep­er lay­ers to their rela­tion­ship, sug­gest­ing a per­ma­nence and sig­nif­i­cance to Addie’s cre­ations and expe­ri­ences, coun­ter­ing the tran­sience she bat­tles with, reshap­ing her under­stand­ing of val­ue and loss amidst eter­ni­ty.

In the qui­et, pas­toral set­ting of Vil­lon-sur-Sarthe, France, on July 29, 1764, Ade­line “Addie” LaRue vis­its the grave of her father, Jean LaRue. While reflect­ing on her father’s life and the sim­plic­i­ty of his grave, Addie con­fronts the real­i­ty of her own mor­tal­i­ty and the choic­es that have led her to this moment. The grave marker’s dates, mark­ing the year she left, bring a flood of mem­o­ries and a stark real­iza­tion of every­thing she has lost—including the details of her loved ones’ faces and the sound of her father’s laugh. This poignant scene sets a tone of melan­choly and loss that per­me­ates the chap­ter.

Turn­ing her atten­tion to Estele Magritte, a sig­nif­i­cant fig­ure in her life, Addie rem­i­nisces about Estele’s dis­tinct world­view and her con­nec­tion to the land and nature, con­trast­ing it with the tra­di­tion­al Chris­t­ian bur­ial she received. Deter­mined to hon­or Estele’s lega­cy, Addie plants a sapling over her grave, sym­bol­i­cal­ly bridg­ing Estele’s spir­i­tu­al beliefs with her final rest­ing place. This act of remem­brance high­lights Addie’s deep con­nec­tion to the peo­ple and places of her past despite the curse that has made her near­ly immor­tal and for­got­ten by all she meets.

As the day unrav­els, Addie vis­its Estele’s aban­doned hut, reflect­ing on the pas­sage of time and the trans­for­ma­tion of the phys­i­cal world around her. Here, the nov­el delves into Addie’s complexities—the nature of her curse and the small lib­er­ties it affords her, like sus­tain­ing a fire, under­scor­ing her tran­sient exis­tence between the mate­r­i­al and the mag­i­cal realms.

The chap­ter reach­es a cli­mac­tic con­fronta­tion with Luc, a mys­te­ri­ous and manip­u­la­tive fig­ure, pre­sum­ably the source of Addie’s curse. Their inter­ac­tion is charged with ten­sion, reveal­ing the depth of Addie’s defi­ance and her deter­mi­na­tion to pre­serve her auton­o­my. Luc’s threat to make her curse even more unbear­able by strip­ping away her youth and health under­scores the pre­car­i­ous­ness of Addie’s sit­u­a­tion and her vul­ner­a­bil­i­ty to his whims. Yet, even in the face of immense suf­fer­ing, Addie remains unyield­ing, refus­ing Luc’s offer to end her curse in exchange for her sur­ren­der.

This chap­ter mas­ter­ful­ly weaves themes of mem­o­ry, loss, and defi­ance against the back­drop of a time­less strug­gle for iden­ti­ty and auton­o­my. Through Addie’s jour­ney, the nar­ra­tive explores the essence of human resilience and the intri­cate dance between pow­er and resis­tance in the shad­ow of eter­ni­ty.

New York City, Sep­tem­ber 4, 2013, wit­ness­es the birth of Hen­ry, a child born with a con­gen­i­tal­ly bro­ken heart, metaphor­i­cal­ly set­ting the stage for a life over­ly sen­si­tive to the emo­tion­al spec­trum of human expe­ri­ence. Despite the med­ical suc­cess of mak­ing his heart whole, Hen­ry grows up feel­ing an intense ampli­fi­ca­tion of life’s highs and lows, leav­ing him to con­tend with a heart he per­ceives as left too open by the sur­geons. This height­ened sen­si­tiv­i­ty tears through his ado­les­cence and young adult­hood, mark­ing every loss and set­back with an unbear­able weight.

Through­out his life, Hen­ry attempts to mute his inter­nal vol­ume through sub­stance mis­use, yet time relent­less­ly pro­pels him for­ward. His jour­ney mean­ders through acad­e­mia into the­ol­o­gy, where his faith in the texts wanes, and lat­er ven­tures into a hope­ful job and future that ulti­mate­ly cul­mi­nates in dis­il­lu­sion­ment. Each blink for­wards through time leaves him feel­ing more lost, despite his des­per­ate attempts to find him­self, notably sym­bol­ized by a failed Euro­pean tour and the empti­ness that fol­lows.

The nar­ra­tive takes a piv­otal turn upon Hen­ry’s encounter with Tabitha Mas­ters, a dancer whose pres­ence momen­tar­i­ly illu­mi­nates his world. Their instant con­nec­tion blos­soms into a two-year rela­tion­ship filled with mutu­al affec­tion and shared moments. How­ev­er, beneath the sur­face, Hen­ry’s unre­solved issues and his depen­dence on Tabitha for sta­bil­i­ty and hap­pi­ness fore­shad­ow a doomed con­clu­sion. The cul­mi­na­tion of their rela­tion­ship expos­es the fragili­ty of Henry’s con­struct­ed hap­pi­ness when Tabitha declines his mar­riage pro­pos­al, affirm­ing his deep­est fears of inad­e­qua­cy.

Post-breakup, Henry’s nar­ra­tive descends into a dark­er explo­ration of his psy­che at a bar scene with friends offer­ing cliché con­so­la­tions that fail to bridge the emo­tion­al void he has fall­en into. His evening spi­rals down­wards, marked by binge drink­ing and an acute sense of iso­la­tion despite the pres­ence of friends. As he leaves the bar alone, the night descends into phys­i­cal injury, adding tan­gi­ble pain to his emo­tion­al tur­moil. This moment, sym­bol­ized by the loss and retrieval of a sig­nif­i­cant ring, encap­su­lates the con­stant strug­gle Hen­ry faces in rec­on­cil­ing his ide­al­is­tic desires with the harsh­ness of real­i­ty and his per­pet­u­al feel­ing of being not enough.

In essence, this chap­ter vivid­ly por­trays Hen­ry’s tumul­tuous jour­ney through life, under­scored by an over­sen­si­tive heart inca­pable of shield­ing him from the world’s cru­el­ties. Through his rela­tion­ships, per­son­al vices, and exis­ten­tial wan­der­ings, Hen­ry embod­ies the peren­ni­al quest for accep­tance and under­stand­ing in a world that seems per­pet­u­al­ly out of reach.

In 18th cen­tu­ry Paris, Addie LaRue nav­i­gates the con­straints of her gen­der by dress­ing as a man, achiev­ing an illu­sion of free­dom in a soci­ety where women are con­fined and restrict­ed. Dis­guised, she moves unno­ticed, some­thing she could nev­er do as her true female self, pon­der­ing how she trad­ed her soul for an eter­nal life that seems inter­minably bound not just by the dev­il­ish deal she made but by the lim­i­ta­tions of her sex. She has man­aged to evade her dark coun­ter­part, Luc, for four years, each year marked by the pas­sage of sea­sons and the long­ing for some­thing more than the fleet­ing moments of auton­o­my she carves out in her unique exis­tence.

On this par­tic­u­lar evening, as she pre­pares to cel­e­brate her pre­car­i­ous free­dom with a pic­nic at Sacré Coeur, her soli­tary cel­e­bra­tion is inter­rupt­ed by an acci­den­tal encounter with a young man named Remy Lau­rent. This chance meet­ing tran­si­tions into an unex­pect­ed engage­ment, with Remy swift­ly see­ing through her dis­guise. How­ev­er, instead of reveal­ing her, Remy becomes an accom­plice to her mas­quer­ade, intro­duc­ing her to the delights of a Parisian café and the bit­ter taste of cof­fee, a trendy com­mod­i­ty she has nev­er before expe­ri­enced.

Their con­ver­sa­tion flows effort­less­ly, touch­ing on ele­ments of iden­ti­ty, gen­der roles, and the expan­sive void between the oppor­tu­ni­ties afford­ed to men and those with­held from women. Addie, now under the guise of “Thomas,” finds in Remy a kin­dred spir­it, albeit one bliss­ful­ly unaware of the true nature of her curse. Remy, a young intel­lec­tu­al from Rennes drawn to Paris by its rep­u­ta­tion as a cul­tur­al and intel­lec­tu­al epi­cen­ter, shares his dreams and dis­ap­point­ments with Addie, inad­ver­tent­ly high­light­ing the stark con­trast between their real­i­ties. His pas­sion for lit­er­a­ture expos­es Addie’s own lim­i­ta­tions, her illit­er­a­cy a stark reminder of the era’s gen­der inequities and her per­son­al sac­ri­fices.

Their fleet­ing cama­raderie is punc­tu­at­ed by the appear­ance of Mon­sieur Voltaire at the café, a moment that stirs in Remy a mix­ture of awe and inspi­ra­tion, and in Addie, a sense of alien­ation from the world of men and their pur­suits. Yet, despite her inabil­i­ty to par­take ful­ly in this world, Addie finds moments of con­nec­tion with Remy, a reminder of the life and pos­si­bil­i­ties that lie just beyond her reach. Through this encounter, Addie grap­ples with the tran­sient nature of free­dom and the yearn­ing for a more sub­stan­tive exis­tence, reflect­ing on her eter­nal quest for a place in the world, a quest haunt­ed by the specter of her pact and the loom­ing shad­ow of Luc.

In this chap­ter set in New York City on March 12, 2014, Hen­ry Strauss expe­ri­ences a day filled with rou­tine, yet deeply per­son­al moments that illus­trate his con­nec­tion to the sur­round­ing peo­ple and place. The scene opens in The Last Word, a quaint yet icon­ic book­store where Hen­ry, despite hold­ing a degree in the­ol­o­gy, works and finds solace among the books and the shop’s aged cat, Book. His inter­ac­tions with Bea, a close friend who chal­lenges his reluc­tance to move for­ward roman­ti­cal­ly, and the brief encounter with Emi­ly, a cus­tomer show­ing inter­est in him, under­score his stag­na­tion in the per­son­al aspect of his life, pre­fer­ring the famil­iar com­fort of his cur­rent world.

Hen­ry’s attach­ment to the book­store and its sig­nif­i­cance in his life is pro­found. It’s described as the one aspect of his life he has­n’t failed, express­ing love not just for the tan­gi­ble ele­ments, like the smell and weight of books, but for the con­tin­u­ance it pro­vides in a city that always reads. This affec­tion towards The Last Word con­trasts sharply with his uncer­tain­ty con­cern­ing his own life path, high­light­ed by the echo of his broth­er David’s and father’s voic­es ques­tion­ing his life choic­es.

The nar­ra­tive takes us through Henry’s evening plans to attend a the­ater show fea­tur­ing Rob­bie, a fig­ure from Henry’s past, which brings to the sur­face unre­solved feel­ings and mem­o­ries. Bea and Henry’s dynam­ic is fur­ther explored, show­ing a deep but pla­ton­ic bond, their dia­logues touch­ing on loss, change, and the pas­sage of time with­out alter­ing their set agree­ments on avoid­ing cer­tain painful top­ics.

At Robbie’s show, a depic­tion of gods, Hen­ry is drawn into the spec­ta­cle, los­ing him­self in the per­for­mance until a scene involv­ing Rob­bie strikes a per­son­al chord, lead­ing to an emo­tion­al and phys­i­cal response that hints at deep­er, pain-filled mem­o­ries asso­ci­at­ed with a scar on his palm.

Post-show inter­ac­tions with Rob­bie and oth­ers at the after-par­ty reveal Henry’s ongo­ing strug­gle to rec­on­cile his past with his present, his desires for con­nec­tion bat­tling with lin­ger­ing sor­row and loss. The moment with the fae-like actress, whose invi­ta­tion to drink leads to a blur­ring of real­i­ty for Hen­ry, under­scores his vul­ner­a­bil­i­ty and the inten­si­ty of his inter­nal storms – metaphor­i­cal depres­sions that he tries to weath­er as they come.

This nar­ra­tive is a por­trait of a young man caught between the com­fort of the famil­iar and the pain of his past, explor­ing themes of love, friend­ship, and the pur­suit of pur­pose in the back­drop of New York’s vibrant cul­tur­al scene.

New York City, March 10, 2014. In the qui­et of the morn­ing, a woman lies in bed, fierce­ly hold­ing onto the rem­nants of a night spent with Toby, a boy still asleep beside her. She’s adopt­ed the name Jess for him, though it’s not her real name—real names, like so many truths about her, are bur­dens too heavy for fleet­ing con­nec­tions. As Toby begins to wake, she observes him with a blend of fond­ness and res­ig­na­tion, know­ing the pat­tern of their tem­po­rary inti­ma­cy is about to dis­solve into the famil­iar dance of for­got­ten mem­o­ries and con­struct­ed polite­ness. The girl, whose real iden­ti­ty is hint­ed to be Addie LaRue, escapes to the liv­ing room, leav­ing Toby to his con­fu­sion. There, sur­round­ed by the clut­ter of Toby’s life—a musi­cian marked by his art and an unknow­ing recip­i­ent of Addie’s invis­i­ble influence—she reflects on her chameleon-like exis­tence. She makes tea, rem­i­nisces about oth­er times and places, and wraps her­self in a blan­ket, a ges­ture of self-sooth­ing in the cold New York dawn.

Addie plays the piano, a soft pre­lude to the inevitable moment when Toby will see her and remem­ber noth­ing. Despite every­thing, she intro­duces her­self as Jess, and they engage in a stilt­ed, awk­ward exchange typ­i­cal of strangers rather than lovers who have shared a night. Toby, dis­ori­ent­ed but polite, does not chal­lenge the nar­ra­tive unfold­ing, even express­ing unfound­ed famil­iar­i­ty when Addie plays a tune on the piano—a melody she had taught him, not the oth­er way around. As Toby scram­bles to grasp the threads of a song that feels both new and inex­plic­a­bly his, Addie rev­els qui­et­ly in the only form of lega­cy avail­able to her: inspi­ra­tion, the sub­tle mold­ing of another’s cre­ativ­i­ty with­out leav­ing a direct imprint of her exis­tence.

Despite a moment of con­nec­tion through music, Addie decides to leave, resist­ing Toby’s con­fused attempts to pro­long their encounter. The dis­par­i­ty in their expe­ri­ences is stark—she is leav­ing with weeks of mem­o­ries, while he is bare­ly grasp­ing at hours. Addie’s depar­ture is marred by a famil­iar blend of res­ig­na­tion and a flick­er of hope that per­haps, one day, some­one will remem­ber her.

In Chap­ter 1 of “The Com­ing Race,” the nar­ra­tor begins by estab­lish­ing his Amer­i­can lin­eage, which traces back to Eng­land dur­ing the reign of Charles II. His fam­i­ly, notable for its role in the War of Inde­pen­dence and social stand­ing, eschewed pub­lic ser­vice after a failed con­gres­sion­al bid by his father. Turn­ing to acad­e­mia, the nar­ra­tor, the eldest of three, ven­tures to Eng­land at six­teen for edu­ca­tion and starts a com­mer­cial train­ing in Liv­er­pool. Fol­low­ing his father’s death, with a sub­stan­tial inher­i­tance and a pen­chant for adven­ture, he sets out on glob­al trav­els.

Dur­ing 18__, his jour­ney takes him to an unspec­i­fied loca­tion where an invi­ta­tion from an engi­neer friend leads to the explo­ration of a mine. The nar­ra­tor is drawn into the mys­tery and allure of the sub­ter­ranean world, accom­pa­ny­ing his friend dai­ly into the depths, fas­ci­nat­ed by the nat­ur­al and man-made mar­vels. Their inves­ti­ga­tion reveals a promis­ing new shaft, and in pur­su­ing it, they stum­ble upon a chasm, charred and seem­ing­ly fis­sured by ancient vol­canic activ­i­ty. The engi­neer’s descent into this abyss results in a pro­found change, marked by a new­found ret­i­cence and a vis­i­ble agi­ta­tion, stir­ring the nar­ra­tor’s curios­i­ty and con­cern.

Con­front­ed by his friend’s unusu­al behav­ior and lever­ag­ing the dis­arm­ing effects of brandy, the nar­ra­tor press­es for the truth. The engi­neer, aban­don­ing his ini­tial reserve, recounts his extra­or­di­nary dis­cov­ery at the chas­m’s base: a vast, illu­mi­nat­ed road, bathed in the glow of what appears to be arti­fi­cial light­ing, sug­ges­tive of an unknown civ­i­liza­tion’s hand­i­work. This rev­e­la­tion, hint­ing at a real­i­ty far removed from the known and the tan­gi­ble, sets the stage for a nar­ra­tive woven around the unknown depths of the earth and the mys­ter­ies it har­bors, evok­ing a sense of won­der and unease as the tale unfolds.