"An unnamed narrator, possibly afloat, adrift, possibly asleep, or dreaming, or already dead, or as good as, being an exile, or a condemned fool on a ship of fools, takes the opportunity of this voyage of sorts, to try and make sense of their life and mental state. Through a dizzying, meandering syntax, and farcical flourish, the adventure takes us through philosophical events with dogs, how to tell one’s tale, plead one’s case, how to walk through doors, lose one’s limbs, if not one’s mind, how to make a liveable self in the world, while puffing out smokes of language to fight off the existential crisis at play: 'I am waiting for something to wait for.' It might take a little while to adjust to this spinning language feast, adapted from bygone literary models, from Rabelais to Sterne, but once you’re in, you will find yourself unable to put down the addictive, comical, and strangely urgent twists and turns of Seidenberg’s latest proposition."
