A short narrative in three voices: Human, Dog, Ghost. Surreal, haunting, in finely wrought language, this is a story of loss and searching for companionship, for belonging, and for being.
A short sequence of three separate voices-- human, ghost, and dog- as they navigate a shared existence-- what do the dogs owe the human and vice versa, what makes the ghost different than the human (or the dogs, or the living more generally). If there's a theme, or even an idea being worked through here, I think it's that permeability, the gaps and overlaps between these different states of being.
But I'm not sure that, by itself, would make this worth reading. There's a definite other pleasure, of Tourjee's sentences. Here's a couple, from the dog's section: We starve, dry out, cook. We live in debris, in bushes, in abandoned bushes. We hunt, and finding nothing, split our gums on the bones of our friends... and on it goes. These are sentences that themselves are taken up with gaps and overlaps, and that gives the sections here a kind of propulsive probing, like this is really about what the sentences will allow Tourjee to say.
I found some of the plot overlays-- the quest of the human, the threat of the dogs, the ruminations of the ghost-- a little less compelling than simply inhabiting the same space as them. But well, I guess they've got to think about something.