Engaging read centering on the aftermath of 9/11 and the shadowy operations that may or may not have developed in its wake. Brian Remy wakes up one morning with a gunshot wound to his head he doesn't remember giving himself. From there he leapfrogs through time, a period of years he experiences like a stone skipping across a pond, dropping in every once in awhile in sentience, but otherwise being animated by another self he doesn't quite understand, that does things he believes he would never do. He winds up with a mysterious job hunting down documents and people that he doesn't remember getting, a son that mourns his death, even though he knows his father is not in fact dead, and a girlfriend he can't remember meeting.



Bret Easton Ellis wrote in Lunar Park that he became aware that "the world lacked coherence" in a single instant. For Remy, it happens on a longer timeframe. The book's focus on disconnection and alienation traffics in the same post 9/11 anomie that Don DeLillo presented in Falling Man. It makes for a refreshing read with a style all its own.