Published posthumously after his death, this somewhat surreal account of the author's obsession with his own sanity, his boyhood in Palestine and in Lebanon, and the odd assortment of characters he was drawn to while studying in Seattle blends memoir and fiction. At the centre is Bari, a Sufi from Turkey who acts as a kind of sage for the narrator as he struggles to understand himself. It is strange and engaging and filled with the wisdom only madness can bring. As Mahmoud Darwish says on the blurb on the back: this "peculiar mix of confession and contemplation, hallucination and mythology, reality and the unrevealed... may be the most beautiful achievement in Palestinian prose." I will write more about this intriguing and thought provoking work in a few days.