Back in Year One in Toronto, on Day Fifty-Eight, Frank reads Jeevan something he has been working on over the past months. Frank has been ghostwriting a philanthropist’s memoir, even though the person is probably dead. The passage he reads reflects on actors, charity, and immortality and remembrance. He says that being remembered makes us immortal.
Frank’s reflection that being remembered makes us immortal speaks both to his own looming death and to the question of Jeevan’s name being omitted from Arthur Leander’s obituary. And though Arthur’s death begins the novel, every major character remembers him, thus making him, in Frank’s definition, immortal.