Through a series of advice blogs advising a "you" that is clearly the blogger himself, David Estaire-a dilettante, an inhaler of cleaning products, a melancholized brother-employs counterfactual and imperative tenses to describe his travails from San Francisco to Sault Ste. Marie, from suburban fatherhood to Skid Row, from reality show stardom to The Serpent River Penitentiary. These Philip K. Dickian sustains of involuting realities depict the grief of the sinister hobbies e.g., 'inveigling' e.g., 'deceit;' the grief of Ricoeurant Memory, History, and Forgetting; the grief of the coins accidentally eaten while on Ambien, the coins presumed to be mints. David eschews epistemic and methodological humility to paragraph goblin from scholars of sempiternality, emotional plague, and the blockchain. These are among the lesser sins justified by the premonition that his "time-symmetrical blog chain" can circumvent a machinic desire to object-orient the whole human-dreamt entire. In a ribald adventure that is both "hilarious" and "heart-wrenchingly poignant" as Publisher's Weekly described the author's previous work, David's real motivation is not to prevent the "eternal eye-icycling" that artificial super intelligence has in store for humanity, however. It's to be borne back against the grievous current of what he's lacked since adolescence, her: The Dead Sister, Catherine.

In a book about foreknowledge and predestination, it's a little disconcerting that Sauve was not only writing presciently about advances in AI, but also about this pandemic of the "philoviral miasma of a past reconciled" a year prior to the earliest indication of Covid19. - Charlie Franco, Publisher, Montag Press

Praise for the author's previous work: "a Philip K. Dick plot as channeled by a delirious Hunter S. Thompson." - Publisher's Weekly