Unreliable Narrator!... Unreliable Narrators are considered a device, right? Don't answer....

Abby: Unreliable Narrator!... Unreliable Narrators are considered a device, right? Don't answer. They are. They are and they don't get a lot of literary analysis because it's a gimmick. It's a trick. I mean Canterbury Tales gets a shoutout because, you know, it's good but typically it's used for popcorn crime novels and thriller movies Agatha Christie, Usual Suspects, so on and so forth. But I'm going to argue that every narrator by its very definition is unreliable because when you tell a story there's always an essential distance between the story itself and the telling of said story, right? So therefore every story that has ever been told has an Unreliable Narrator. The only truly reliable narrator would be someone hypothetically telling a story that unfolds before our very eyes which is obviously very impossible SO what does that tell us? That the only truly reliable narrator is life itself. But life itself is also completely unreliable because it is constantly misdirecting and misleading us and taking us on this journey where it is literally impossible to predict where it is going to go next... Life as the ultimate Unreliable Narrator.

when he gave up on his Sam Jackson Unreliable Narrator screenplay. Will was not well, but you don't need me to tell you that. Top o' the morning to you, good sir. - Oh, boy. - What could I get for you? Double espresso, large cup. You got it. - And what's your name? - Will. Is that Will with one "L" or two "L"s? It's two "L" s. W-I-L-L. Fuck you so much. - Will! - Yep. Double espresso, large cup. Oh, delicious. Thank you. Just gonna do a long pour here. Double. Thank you. You want one? No, thanks. - It's Xanax. - Still no. Boo humbug. It's actually "bah humbug." That's what she said. It's Dylan! "Standing in the Doorway." Third track on "Time Out of Mind." It's his comeback album. The whole thing's like a giant fucking Keats poem. - Sir? - You're gonna love it. Just give it a chance. You're gonna make me leave? - I am. - Bah humbug. Sir? Okay. Strum outside. Here we go. Here we go. Thank you very much. - Sir. - You got to give it a chance! - No. Get out. - Give it a chance. It's gonna grow on you. You're gonna love it! Will hadn't always been not well. It had really only been since his wife had left him. You know what, we'll get to that. Right now, let's just enjoy them as they were. - Give it a chance. - It'll grow on you. He sound, he sounds like he's suffering. He is suffering. - He's suffering like... - From a throat infection. ...every great artist is suffering. I think it's sinusitis, is what it is. No one rocks a sinus infection like Bob Dylan. - I'll give him that. - Just, just... just, like, just give him a chance. Well, he ain't the only one suffering. Come here, Fuckface. - Uh-oh. - Hello, buddy. Hey, little buddy. What? - You feeling left out? - See, Fuckface gets it. Come here, Fuckface. Will loved his wife Abby with an intensity usually reserved for stalkers. She was everything a man could ask for in a wife. She was nurturing and she was beautiful, and she ate any kind of sushi the chef served to her, even the uni. Yes, Will was sure of it: Abby Dempsey was absolutely perfect. At least back then she was. Listen to this for 30 seconds, and then try and tell me Bob Dylan's not a poet. Okay. Let's listen to Hoobastank now. See? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Just 30 seconds... - To Mars? - Thir... - Okay, let's pop that in. - Just 30 seconds. Baby, we've been listening to him gargle Shh. - ...for, like, a month. - Because... I know, - because I'm in a phase. - I can't hear this, like, - Chewbacca noise anymore. - I'm in a phase... I just want you to just lean into it with me, okay? Will you please? This is an important album.