This has been the cause of some soul-searching on my part since Sunday (£):
A nonfiction book based on a person who doesn’t exist is an unusual sort of work. But that is The Norm Chronicles. “Norm” represents that dream of probability theorists, the absolutely average person slap in the middle of every distribution curve. Unfortunately, as the authors of The Norm Chronicles admit, such a person does not exist, and never will. None of us is exactly average, not even for the age we happen to be at any particular second.
As you can see, I have reasons for concern on more than one count: ‘absolutely average’ is not very encouraging; but is it worth it if you get chronicled?