This book is an old favourite of mine. I keep reading it, lending it out, and then having to purchase replacement copies. A long, but pleasurable read - it reminds me of a heady blend of modern Kafka and Central European surrealism, grounded in personal perspectives. The retrospectives, from an exile's perspective act like a photographic negative that sharpens images and characters, giving them dimensions and contrasts. It provides a complex narrative that flows like a river, into which one could deep in and out, as the moods demand. I just wish that the narratives were even longer... but it could hardly get better....!