This is not the future you were promised. You know the rules. If you still want to play the game of American life, then you had better learn to lie. Kneel before false gods. Pretend to care about the ruling class and their illusions. Keep your head down. Pray that no one sees you. But what if someone had forgotten how to lie, and had written a book that destroyed their hopes of a literary career? This is it, true believer. The last honest book of your lifetime, your only guide to 2020 and beyond. Every suicide needs its hyper-cynical note.