He betrayed the tropes of structure and form that had supported his earlier works, writing stories with no hero nor villain, no resolution, and no chapters; he published novels back to front; he rebelled against intonation and meter; he scoffed to write the sort of one-line paragraph that went, “But he couldn’t have forseen the terrible events that would come the very next morning.” His ultimate act of anarchy was a tale that had no start, no middle, and no