"Tifft delivers the literary equivalent of a fever dream, complete with baroque prose, stream-of-consciousness storytelling, and alternating first-person, present-tense narratives... the tale feels a bit like a play, itself—something on the order of Our Town meets Waiting for Godot as imagined by David Lynch. Questions go unanswered and mysteries go unsolved, but then, that rather seems Tifft's point. An entertaining if inscrutable meditation on identity and the performative nature of existence." —Kirkus Reviews