THE AMERICAN CANON OF CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-ADVENTURE.
BY CHRIS MCCOY AND MATTHEW COLLISON
A Selection from the Posthumously Published Ernest Hemingway Choose-Your-Own-Adventure, A Very Short Death, c.1959
It was late summer and you were alone in the café. You were sipping vermouth and reading about the war. You liked the way the vermouth tasted good when you drank it with your mouth. The war was going badly.
You tapped your tired fingers on the arm of the wooden chair where you were sitting in the café when it was dark and late. You liked how the chair was made of wood.
“Oh darling, you mustn’t talk such rot,” she had said.
“I’ll kill him.”
You felt broken and drunk in the cool night and remembered the white boat on the river.
a. Grit teeth and think about the war.
b. Order a brandy that overflowed and ran down the stem of the glass and think about the war.
c. Notice the electric light hanging over the empty terrace and think about the war.