No one appreciates the detail of being alive more than the dead In Lisbon a man encounters his mother sitting on a park bench who laughs with the impudence of a schoolgirl She has been dead for fifteen years In Krakow market he recognises Ken his passeur the most important person in his life between the ages of eleven & seventeen They last met when Ken was sixty-five
- forty years ago The number of lives that enter any one life is incalculable In this nomadic & playful book which travels through fictions across Europe seemingly disparate stories reveal themselves to be linked mislaid objects find their place & sensual memories penetrate the present