As a math enthusiast, I admittedly have always favored the consistency and finality of my field of study: there exists a true and a false with little room in between. There is such a certainty in this science, constructed from an endless set of truths that leave no room for doubt, aside from ever-present human errors.
For such a notoriously tedious practice, one can surely find the irony in its simplicity: so few commodities can exist in this harmony of convoluted exactness. That said, as a lifelong voracious reader, I admit I have come to appreciate the drastic variability—and subjectivity—of literature, especially that of fiction. Subsequently, The Literary Variable aims to highlight, and appreciate, this contrast through commentary and reviews.