Straightforwardly enough, The Door begins with a door. In fact, it begins with 'The Door', a three-page prologue - a door into the novel - in which a woman recounts a bad dream. She is standing behind the front door of her apartment building and an ambulance crew is waiting in the street. The paramedics are eager to get in - someone in the building is desperately ill - but the door won't open. The woman tries to scream, but her voice has gone, and at this point she wakes up. But the nightmare doesn't end here, for the dream door is also a real door:

Once, just once in my life, not in the cerebral anaemia of sleep but in reality, a door did stand before me. That door opened. It was opened by someone who defended her solitude and impotent misery so fiercely that she would have kept that door shut though a flaming roof crackled over her head. I alone had the power to make her open that lock. In turning the key she put more trust in me than she ever did in God, and in that fateful moment I believed I was godlike - all-wise, judicious, benevolent and rational. We were both wrong: she who put her faith in me, and I who thought too well of myself.

LRB 15 December 2005 | PDF Download