The Golden Age is a fantastical travelogue in which a modern-day
Gulliver writes a book about a civilization he once encountered on a
tiny island in the Atlantic. The islanders seem at first to do nothing
but sit and observe the world, and indeed draw no distinction between
reality and representation, so that a mirror image seems as substantial
to them as a person (and vice versa); but the center of their culture is
revealed to be The Book, a handwritten, collective novel filled with
feuding royal families, murderous sorcerers, and narrow escapes. Anyone
is free to write in The Book, adding their own stories, crossing out
others, or even ap- pending footnotes in the form of little paper
pouches full of extra text but of course there are pouches within
pouches, so that the story is impossible to read in order, and soon
begins to overwhelm the narrator s orderly treatise.