Hyperdream

But what if? What if death did not inevitably spell the end oflife?

Hyperdream invests this fragile, tentative suspension ofdisbelief with the sheer force of its poetic audacity, inventing asort of magic telephone: a wireless lifeline against all the oddsto the dearly departed.

It is a book about time, age, love and the greatest loss. A bookwhich turns on death: on the question or the moment of death,depending on it, expecting it, living off it, taking place at oncebefore and after, but at the same time turning against it,contesting it, outwriting it hopefully, desperately,performatively, as an interruptible interruption.

Hyperdream is a book of mourning, but also of morning, atragedy-with-comedy and a universal family romance in which ittranspires that the narrator is the veritable offspring of a"treasure of literature" in the form of a bed,purchased by her mother from a certain W. Benjamin in 1934, slepton for 40 years by her brother and dreamt of by her friend"J.D."