The narrator: Presents himself at the outset of the book as witness to the events and privy to documents, but does not identify himself with any character until the ending of the novel.
The narrator: A journalist, he witnesses the first appearance of the Martians and relates his subsequent experiences.
The narrator: Despite popular belief, "Alice" is never mentioned as the narrator's name, although another girl with the name is alluded to within the story. The book is comprised of her diary entries. She is an average teen dealing with her family's recent move. She is consumed with loneliness and low self-esteem and these are the reasons she begins experimenting with drugs and sex, mostly drugs though. She is once referred to as Carla in the whole book, but as this is the only mention of her name, we cannot be sure. The phrase "Go Ask Alice" is a reference to a song by Jefferson Airplane.
The narrator: Your guide through the life of Fitz.
“La vida de un hombre desde el nacimiento hasta la muerte era una serie de ritos de paso que le acercaban cada vez más a sus antepasados.”
The narrator: Unnamed listener to the time traveler's tale; very inquisitive and seems to believe the time traveler.
“Or did he go forward, into one of the nearer ages ,in which men are still men, but with the riddles of our own time answered and its worrisome problems solved?”
The narrator: Each time the narrator focuses on a particular tattoo he sees a disturbing story that in some way relates to the image of the tattoo.
The narrator: Main character and narrator of story. Tired of his mundane life, seeking a change and a human connection.
“Truth, I have learned, differs for everybody. Just as no two people ever see a rainbow in exactly the same place -- and yet both most certain see it, while the person seemingly standing right underneath it does not see it at all -- so truth is a question of where one stands, and the direction one is looking in at the time.”
“General Ralboute had himself nearly been killed or captured in a daring night raid which had issued from the besieged city of Zhirt. Only luck and some desperate hand-to-hand fighting had prevented disaster. The general himself had had to draw sword and was within one defending aide of having the join the fray.”
“Death and disaster are at our shoulders every second of our lives, trying to get at us. Missing, a lot of the time. A lot of miles on the motorway without a front wheel blow-out. A lot of viruses that slither through our bodies without snagging. A lot of pianos that fall a minute after we've passed. Or a month, it makes no difference. So unless we're going to get down on our knees and give thanks every time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes. Us, or anyone else. Because we're not comparing it with anything. And anyway, we're all dead, or never born, and the whole thing really is a dream.There, you see. That's a funny side.”
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