Satisfying and brief, playful syntax and contraposed sentences stretch meaning further than a ruler might indicate. One of the best ghost stories I’ve ever read. Reflections on the suicidal of a loved one, reflections on spaces involved, on the decentralization of memory and how it lingers not just inside us but outside us, and how something outside of us lives inside of us. Hartke’s ageless man, temporally disjointed, reads to me as memory, broken like Kris Kelvin’s father in Solaris?

One of the best fiction novels I’ve read this year, a great deal done in a diminished (at least, relative to DeLillo’s other novels) space.