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152 pages, Hardcover
Published October 6, 2020
‘At night, as I lay listening to Del Shannon and the Everly Brothers on Radio Luxembourg—In the flickering dimness, hyacinth macaws eyed me from the curtain rail and, at the midnight hour, an ocelot paced the landing. The lines and corners of my room, where the peeling distemper met the ceiling, were teeming with wispy creatures—I was in love with an abundance of absence. The Brazil of my bedroom was an untouched, luxuriant planet bisected by a wide river, a place of blanks and guesses. It was a geography of unavailability that insulated me from my first failures, a haven of mystery beyond the scope of charts.’
‘In the interim I had become a neurologist and learned to pay attention to detail and observe as well as see. Concerned patients hung on my every word, and I could detect brain injury in a crowded street. If I made mistakes or even bad judgements, I could ruin people’s lives. But, in spite of these disturbing deductive powers, I continued to feel as if something had gone missing. For some time I had not wanted to be face-to-face with my own life, but everywhere I kept finding it. I had come back now to the hurricane port in search of an invisible love.’