"I've got no startling revelation for you, Emmanuel," whispered Isis, turning back towards the swimming pool.

"All you're doing is moving around in a three-dimensional universe, like everyone else."

"Three-dimensional?"

"One, your wife exists and she's really gone. Two, your wife exists and she's still here and you're too stupid to realize it. Three, you haven't got a wife. And if that's the case, you're not crazy, you're just too clever."

A guy in a gladiator costume waved to him from the other side if the pool...

Like Orpheus, Emmanuel Werner is disorientated. His partner has disappeared. The stone lions that he liked so much have left Place Daumesnil.

What Cerberus will he enchant? What hells will he traverse? What woman will he bring back to life?

Los Angeles, New York, a film projection room, forests, a space disaster, unreal desires for a dreamy death. Memories intertwine and palm trees sway in the wind. Werner (the author? the character?) takes us with him in his ramblings where our past and the world we live in is curiously made clearer by the blurred nature of his own history.

Appealing to all who appreciate David Lynch, Egon Schiele, Kolberg, Apuleus, Socrates, Lewis Carroll, the lions in Place Daumesnil and who think that the Democrats are not left wing.