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Book launch: THE DELUSIONS by Jenni Fagan
16 March, Edinburgh. Tickets from £8
Jenni Fagan launches her new novel THE DELUSIONS, a haunting dystopian vision that revolves around afterlife employee Edi’s attempts to be reunited with her deceased son.
“Brilliant, original, daring, a 1984 for the afterlife and a fabulous satire.”'
—Irvine Welsh
https://www.toppingbooks.co.uk/events/edinburgh/jenni-fagan-2026/
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“The Delusions fizzes with impatience, invention and humour… The values of the afterlife seem delusory, a spectacle managed by shady overlords. As below, so above.”
—M. John Harrison reviews Jenni Fagan’s new novel THE DELUSIONS, set in a failing anteroom to eternity – “a cross between Heathrow security the day before Christmas and a job centre on a damp Monday somewhere in Wolverhampton”
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“Certain individuals live delusionally, thinking they’re perfect, and so The Delusions was me asking, ‘What if everyone had to face who they really are?’, even if it doesn’t happen in this life but in the next. The only real value you have is your soul.”
—SNACK Magazine interviews Jenni Fagan about her new novel, THE DELUSIONS
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https://snackmag.co.uk/jenni-fagan-the-delusions-souls-complicity-and-instinct-interview
DEATH, GOD, &
A VERY SMALL SPIDER 💎
I am increasingly aware that I will leave this world. I don’t know when. I don’t know how. Perhaps within the next decade. Perhaps sooner. Who knows.
And strangely, there is less fear in that now. Most of the fear seems to belong to what I imagine is unknown.
If death is simply the end of Robin and the end of this consciousness, then there will be nobody there to be bothered by it. It will simply be over. And if there is something beyond this life, another realm, another dimension, another form of consciousness, then I suppose I will recognise it when I get there.
I don’t know. And I am quite happy not knowing.
Human beings have created manifold books, religions and pictures of God, spirit, heaven, continuation and eternity. Perhaps some of them point towards something true. Perhaps some are simply beautiful ways of comforting ourselves in the face of death.
But every picture I can make of what comes next is still a picture being made here.
I don’t want to manufacture comfort. I want clarity. I want to meet whatever happens without having already decided what it is supposed to look like.
Maybe there is something. Maybe there is nothing. Either way, reality does not require my opinion.
And while I am sitting here contemplating this enormous mystery, a tiny spider appears beside me. He is absurdly small. I stop, look at him, laugh, and decide he can stay.
And suddenly, there it all is. Death. Consciousness. God. Eternity. And a tiny spider wandering across my morning.
The fire is on. The coffee is good. People are interacting with things I have written. The spider is minding his own business.
Life has not stopped being ordinary just because I know it ends. I rather like that.
None of it means anything until I give it meaning. And this morning, the meaning I choose is very simple.
Gratitude.
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