This confusing series of vignettes introduces readers to a narcoleptic narrator who falls asleep whenever women try to have a heated conversation with him. He also seems to be on shaky ground when it comes to employment, fancies himself a writer, and seems mired in a profound existential crisis and struggle with fate. Readers will find it difficult to get a handle on whom the characters are, and the true identity of the protagonist—and this will make it hard for them to remain engaged by the story or its characters. The book seems to thrive on deliberate obfuscation, which only serves to further diminish its overall cohesion. Perhaps Gaber is leaving his work open to interpretation, but, in the end, readers will come away wondering if there is something fundamental that they’re missing.