This is a haunting story about memory, the past and the “eternal return” or the sense that you have already meet someone before in the course of your life.
The narrator of this story is a young man who, one night in Paris, has been hit by a car. The car was driven by a woman and they are both taken to the hospital. Upon his release from the hospital he spends days or weeks looking for the woman driver, who he feels he has meet somewhere before, in another accident when he was just a child. He tries to piece the fragments of his memory together while looking for answers to the accident. He seems to be looking for light at the end of his darkness as he wanders through Paris, mainly at night. Will the woman be the connection he is seeking or will she be the bridge to his past or the key to his future?
The atmosphere is heavy and dark as if one is in a haze or a dream. The reader is never quite sure if the main character is having memory difficulties because of the accident or whether he's been suffering from this for some time. I'm in two minds about this story. I can't decide if I really liked it but, it is one of those stories that linger in the mind long after you've finished it. Maybe I'm still waiting for the haze to lift so I can find the larger meaning I missed.
Thanks to Goodreads giveaway and Yale Press for allowing me to read this book.