Sad and funny and bitter and true, a novel about grief, discovering your own story, and trying to listen for those stories that are not yours to tell. Edinburgh 2014. Independence for Scotland, codependence for us! N. and L., two sad and stupid writers, one Scottish, one British-Mauritian, arrive in Edinburgh, trying to work out if what killed L.'s brother Daniel is also what is killing them, however softly. Every day they wake up and they don't know what they're going to get. What they want is to get to the library. What they want is to write their books. But instead they spend their days bickering: over whether or not it is going to rain, over whether or not it matters that bitcoin is tanking. Their nights are spent drinking pints, smoking tubes, eating Mauritian food, and reading books, some of them Daniel's, sometimes aloud to one another.
Sad and funny and bitter and true, this collaborative autofiction, set in Edinburgh, London, and Brussels, is a novel about grief; about discovering your own story and about trying to listen for those stories that are not yours to tell; about books that can kill you, and books that can help you find a way to live. But in the end, this is both a novel about friendship, and a performance of it.
