[ WP ] A famous writer dies after writing his masterpiece . After a memory wipe and reincarnation , a memory of a past life starts leaking through while reading his former self 's novel as a required high school reading

It was a book about living on an island, washing in the sea, fishing among sharp coral, and eating humans to survive when there was no other option. I knew of the book before it was assigned in English class for us to read. There were some survival parts, and there were other parts ( near the climax ) with cannibalism. We were studying the novel in-depth, so the teacher was devoting an entire day to replicating an environment with cannibalism. We might then face the moral questions it brought to civilized man. 
 
 `` Cannibal Day'' was a legend of my high school, only available to 10th year English students. It was the strangest tradition of the school, criticized by parents. Mr. Deveraux waved them off, mocking their illiteracy and encouraging students to educate their parents about the author of the novel, named George Harris Wills. The teacher told them to start with the utterly true fact that Wills was not a cannibal, and his fiction was the most creative of American novels in the 20th century. 
 
 I had n't read any of *Castaway* at all when `` Cannibal Day'' came around. I barely even participated, dressing in the bare minimum of costumes to get a grade ( I loaded ziploc bags with raw bacon and strapped them to my shirt ). I enjoyed the festivities, including a booth with actually cooked bacon the teacher brought for us to eat while discussing the novel's finer points. I went straight for it. 
 
 `` What do you think of human meat's similarity to pig meat, Mr. Grant?'' *The teacher asked me a question about a book I knew nothing about at the bacon stand. * 
 
 `` I believe, well I believe its similarity to bacon is overrated and human flesh is really beyond compare.'' 
 
 The teacher, in greasy apron, continued to deliver my bacon. Although, I'm not sure anyone was prepared for my answer. 
 
 `` Not to mention, preparing human meat is different. You have to grease the flesh with extra oil, butter, or fat.'' There was a quiet chuckle from the teacher, who was fighting the slow creep of disgust. `` But I would n't know anything about that. I've never been a cannibal.'' 
 
 I crunched the bacon between the pearls of my gullet and smiled knowingly. 
 
 
 

