Eyes mark the shape of the city.
The midnight hour approaches in an olmost-empty diner. Mari sips her caffee and reads a book, but soon her solitude is disturbed: a girl has been beaten up at the Alphaville hotel, and needs Mari's help.
Meanwhilw Mari's beautiful sister Eri lies in a deep, heavy sleep that is 'too perfect, too pure' to be normal; it has lasted for two mounths. But tonight, as the digital clock displays 00.00, a hint of life flickers across the television screen, even though its plug hasn been pulled out.
strange nocturnal happenings, or a trick of the night?
'Stylish and enigmatic'
The Economist
'The novel could be an allegory of sleep, a phenomenology of time, or a cinematic metafiction. Whatever it is, its memory lingers'
Guardian
'The narrative carries considerable literary weight a rare grace'
spectator
'A captivating mood piece, delicate and wistful'
Evening Standard
