I'm pretty much the exact target audience for this book. A huge fan of both meta-fiction and conspiracy theory books, and this one delivered both in spades. I think I enjoyed the book within the book more than the story in the margins, but they do complement very well and it made for a really fun reading experience. ( )

"That's why people like Vévoda always have the advantage, you know," Corbeau says, rubbing her nose. "Over people like us. Because we're cursed with the belief that people matter. It's much, much easier to bend the world to your will if bending the world is what matters most to you."

S. is several different books at once. At the base, there's the physical book; a very satisfyingly weighty object with library binding and a library sticker on the spine called, rather obviously, Ship of Theseus. That volume holds the last work of famed author V.M. Straka, a mysterious person whose identity is the subject of debate. In this novel, a man washes ashore at a small industrial port city currently in the midst of a labor strike. He is quickly swept up in the chaos and ends up taking shelter with the ringleaders of the strike as things rapidly fall apart and they are forced to flee across the mountains. Eventually, the man ends up back on board the ship that had left him at the city, and no matter what he does, he ends up back on this ship, one that becomes more and more battered as damaged parts are replaces with ever flimsier substitutions.

The next part of this book are the footnotes written by his translator, a person who never met Straka, but who has spent their life working for him. Straka himself was seemingly disappeared, or chose to disappear, the pages of this novel left scattered in the alleyway behind the hotel where he was taken. There are clues and codes embedded in the footnotes and relate to Straka's history of being part of a band of artists fighting an evil corporate entity.

Then there's the story of an English major working part-time in the university library who finds a copy of Ship of Theseus "owned" (see library markings) by a graduate student expelled from the university who is desperately trying to find out who Straka really was, even as the professor he had studied under has taken his work and is trying to discredit him. As the two correspond through notes written in the margins, they begin to work together to find out who Straka was and what exactly happened to him, leaving information between the pages of the book. There's an added layer in this correspondence, as they go back and forth through the book with their messages, so that a single page can hold messages from different times in their storyline.

The result of all of this is a very tactile and interactive book, where there are maps scrawled on napkins and all sorts of comments on the text as the story progresses. Doug Dorst has created an intricate work where the various elements enhance each other. It's a slow reading process, and one that requires more from the reader than just turning pages, and I very much enjoyed my time with this book. There is an audio version of this book, which boggles my mind. ( )

I really love the concept of this book. Some of my favorite children's books are ones with hand-written letters in them. But I had trouble reading this book, from the practical standpoint of all the extra documents wanting to fall out, to the question of what order to read each page in. It was very enjoyable, but I don't think I would re-read it, just because of the practical difficulty of handling all the documents. ( )

Love, love, love this! Such an interesting concept: a book written in the margins of a book. The “fake” fiction book that the margins were written around is great. And my favorite part of the whole thing. So well written and thought provoking: are you still you, if everything about you has changed? Draws from the philosophical question: if every piece of wood on the ship is replaced, is it still the same ship? The story in the margins was interesting, but got really difficult to follow and eventually boring. ( )

The most unusual book I've read in a while, though neither book nor read are really the right words for the experience. ( )