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I picked up The Rivers Ran East -- a theoretically factual 1950s account of an explorer's journey in the Peruvian jungle -- based entirely on seeing a tumblr post featuring the quote "Ever since he had aimed that gun at my throat, I had liked him immensely. And now I liked him even better, and was terribly sorry he was not going in search of El Dorado with me," because I did not fully believe this was something that a real human had written in a theoretically factual account.

Reader, it was, and he did.

( This book might as well be titled 'I'm Leonard Clark, and welcome to Jackass.' )