Lev Grossman

How Fake is “Fake” Writing? When you enter the room, it is pitch black, save for the eerie blue light emitting from a laptop on what looks to be a bed, but it’s hard to make it out from your position by the door. On the bed, you can see several boxes of Chinese takeout. In front of the laptop, you can make out the image of a young girl, huddled into the blankets so that she looks like a cocoon. Aside from her face, the only other part of her body emerging from the blanket were her hands,…