# Read the first page of How To Stop Time by Matt Haig Read the opening of How To Stop Time by Matt Haig free, no signup. A man born in 1581 must never let himself fall in love. - Page: https://uncovered.ink/read/how-to-stop-time-matt-haig - Genre: Speculative literary - Year: 2018 - ISBN: 9781443451406 - Read it blind (cover and title hidden): https://uncovered.ink/?b=9781443451406&s=read-page - Buy: https://bookshop.org/a/125786/9781443451406 - Borrow: https://search.worldcat.org/search?q=9781443451406 ## The opening I often think of what Hendrich said to me, over a century ago, in his New York apartment. ‘The first rule is that you don’t fall in love,’ he said. ‘There are other rules too, but that is the main one. No falling in love. No staying in love. No daydreaming of love. If you stick to this you will just about be okay.’ I stared through the curving smoke of his cigar, out over Central Park where trees lay uprooted from the hurricane. ‘I doubt I will ever love again,’ I said. Hendrich smiled, like the devil he could be. ‘Good. You are, of course, allowed to love food and music and champagne and rare sunny afternoons in October. You can love the sight of waterfalls and the smell of old books, but the love of people is off limits. Do you hear me? Don’t attach yourself to people, and try to feel as little as you possibly can for those you do meet. Because otherwise you will slowly lose your mind . . .’ Part One Life Among the Mayflies I am old. That is the first thing to tell you. The thing you are least likely to believe. If you saw me you would probably think I was about forty, but you would be very wrong. I am old – old in the way that a tree, or a quahog clam, or a Renaissance painting is old. To give you an idea: I was born well over four hundred years ago on the third of March 1581, in my parents’ room, on the third floor of a small French château that used to be my home. It was a warm day, apparently, for the time of year, and my mother had asked her nurse to open all the windows. ‘God smiled on you,’ my mother said. Though I think she might have added that – should He exist – the smile had been a frown ever since. My mother died a very long time ago. I, on the other hand, did not. You see, I have a condition. I thought of it as an illness for quite a while, but illness isn’t really the right word. Illness suggests sickness, and wasting away. Better to say I have a condition. A rare one, but not unique. One that no one knows about until they have it. It is not in any official medical journals. Nor does it go by an official name. The first respected doctor to give it one, back in the 1890s, called it ‘anageria’ with a soft ‘g’, but, for reasons that will become clear, that never became public knowledge. The condition develops around puberty. What happens after that is, well, not much. Initially the ‘sufferer’ of the condition won’t notice they have it. After all, every day people wake up and see the same face they saw in the mirror yesterday. Day by day, week by week, even month by month, people don’t change in very perceptible ways. But as time goes by, at birthdays or other annual markers, people begin to notice you aren’t getting any older. The truth is, though, that the individual hasn’t stopped ageing. They age exactly the same way. Just much slower. The speed of ageing among those with anageria fluctuates a little, but generally it is a 1:15 ratio. Sometimes it is a year every thirteen or fourteen years but with me it is closer to fifteen. So, we are not immortal. Our minds and bodies aren’t in stasis. It’s just that, according to the latest, ever-changing science, various aspects of our ageing process – the molecular degeneration, the cross-linking between cells in a tissue, the cellular and molecular mutations (including, most significantly, to the nuclear DNA) – happen on another timeframe. My hair will go grey. I may go bald. Osteoarthritis and hearing loss are probable. My eyes are just as likely to suffer with age-related presbyopia. I will eventually lose muscle mass and mobility. ## Books with a similar feel - [Severance by Ling Ma](https://uncovered.ink/read/severance-ling-ma.md) - [Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell](https://uncovered.ink/read/cloud-atlas-david-mitchell.md) - [This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar](https://uncovered.ink/read/this-is-how-you-lose-the-time-war-amal-el-mohtar.md) - [Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro](https://uncovered.ink/read/klara-and-the-sun-kazuo-ishiguro.md) - [The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories by Ken Liu](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-paper-menagerie-and-other-stories-ken-liu.md) - [The Resisters by Gish Jen](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-resisters-gish-jen.md) --- Source: Uncovered (https://uncovered.ink). A short sample shown for reading and discovery. Rights holders can request removal at https://uncovered.ink/takedown.