Bruno’s Fiction is a novel, if we mean an ensemble of invented characters held together by a longer narrative with some plot trajectory leading to a finale, prose mostly. It is presented as a series of installments, not chapters necessarily, as we might have experienced a 19th century magazine.  If the installments hold together, it is partly because this is how we would hope to experience the narrative of our lives, and partly because, while we can conceptualize discontinuity, our brains, the waking brain capable of reading the printed word, especially, is so very good at seamlessly working forward from any premise as predicate. We simply may not know if this proclivity is adapted from a deeper urge to survive, or if it signals an even more profound desire to project meaning onto the tableau of experience…just in case it may otherwise go wanting.  In this sense, Bruno’s Fiction may satisfy the great Northrop Frye’s definition of tragedy, as “the fulfillment of an inevitability”.