This is a beautiful and lyrical book that uses both a literal and metaphorical journey to explore how life's meaning changes when the narrator encounters his mortality sooner than he might have hoped.
I love the way this book is almost a practical guide to the consolations offered by art, literature, and philosophy. Themes including representations of The Annunciation (cleverly juxtaposed with getting the news of his disease diagnosis) or Dante's delineations of Hell or stories (such as a narrative about the persecution and imprisonment of Casanova) infuse the life of the narrator, influencing his point of view and changing his course of action. Even the last words of the book are an image, as the narrator sends a postcard of Giacometti's sculpture, "Walking Woman" to symbolize the start of his return home.
There are many references to travel literature and the narrator mulls over what the experience of travel is meant to "do" for the person making the journey. For example, is our journey (including our journey through life) meant to be a programmatic series of accomplishments? If so, it is a tragedy to not have time to finish our list of accomplishments and sights to see. Or is our journey more meaningfully measured by the quality of experiences along the way? This view is less subject to the constraints of time (and mortality) and, while still a tragedy, it is at least a tragedy of different proportions. This, at least, is what I make from a first reading, but Night Letters is definitely a book worth reading more than once. I'm going to explore some of the books Dessaix references before returning to it. (Each of the three sections of the book is followed with humorously acerbic yet informative notes, presumably from the pen of the fictitious editor of these letters, Igor Miasmov.)