In this novel, Linus Reichlin presents a magnificent conundrum about the limits of our perception of reality. An encounter with a dog sets off a turbulent adventure at the intersection of imagination and reality. Deeply weird and highly addictive.
Felix Sell has a relatively pragmatic view of aging. When he buys a new bookshelf, for example, he considers beforehand whether it has a worthwhile price-performance-life-expectancy ratio. And when he comes across an ancient LSD trip in his record collection, he tries it out, of course – after all, he has nothing to lose.
But when, soon afterwards, a small dog appears at his door, cursing and wanting to come in, Felix Sell’s relaxed view of existence is shaken. Because before he can figure out whether the English-speaking dog is real or a creation of his freshly high (or too old?) brain, two (apparently real?) pursuers intrude into his apartment.
Felix has no choice but to do the obvious first: get the dog to safety and gather evidence as to whether it exists or not. What he doesn’t suspect is that this is the beginning of an experience that will beam him out of (what’s left of) his stagnant life forever.
