I wouldn't know where to start to tell you what this book is about; so I won't. There's a writer here, well a few writers. One in the past, one in the present. Perhaps the one in the past is now a ghost in the present, or can see the present. As the book articulated: "you can remember the future, too." Perhaps there's a tree left on a rooftop and a woman in a red coat on the subway and Roberto Bolano jokes and the writer's husband is asking her questions about her novel or not-novel and his role in it. Or perhaps not.

A delightful listen, a clever meta story that made me laugh out loud once on the subway (and look around for ghosts). I think, though, that it might be a five-star read if I read it in print instead of audiobook, and was able to stop and think a bit more, trace Luiselli's intricate storylines to and fro with more ease. I'll be keeping my eyes out for it in bookstores, because it's a book I must come upon my happenstance. I wouldn't accept anything less.