"The shirt was a screen print of a famous Surrealist artwork by Rene Magritte in which he drew a pipe and then beneath it wrote in cursive Ceci n'est pas une pipe. ("This is not a pipe.") "I just don't get that shirt," Mom said. "Peter Van Houten will get it, trust me. There are like seven thousand Magritte references in An Imperial Affliction." "But it is a pipe." "No, it's not," I said. "It's a drawing of a pipe. Get it? All representations of a thing are inherently abstract. It's very clever." "How did you get so grown up that you understand things that confuse your ancient mother?" Mom asked. "It seems like just yes-terday that I was telling seven-year-old Hazel why the sky was blue. You thought I was a genius back then." "Why is the sky blue?" I asked. "Cuz," she answered. I laughed."