Job is an argument of understanding.
The story of God and the Devil talking is so flimsy. Why they talk and why they take action is so matter-of-fact, prescribed even. It is a story’s story. It belongs to the realm of what happened.
Who Job is, is also flimsy. There’s no describing him without what he has – which doesn’t matter. He is adorned at the beginning of the book.
So we’re left with a happening that was prescribed. It is a box around a few humans. These humans are interpreting what happened and why they are there, in the box.
The flatness begins to take the form of questions.