"Reading this book will enable you to sit still for extended periods of time while your fruit paints you," writes author Brijbasi. "It is recommended you wear your least favorite hat while reading this. Even if you don't read this yourself (for men) lending this book to women is an almost guaranteed way to make them fall in love with you; (for women) If you're not already in love with yourself, find out why."

"Each fragment of Brijbasis reality has the pregnant lack of connection that we find in dreams. He is able to assemble the dream states in evocative and poetic ways that give a wry twist to the human condition." "(The Midwest Book Review)" 132 pp.

Brijbasi is the poet of irrecoverables. The shadowy figures of his skeletal world have no faces and they would not accept epiphanies. They do accept absurdities and they revel in contradictions. Brijbasi carries this to a degree that naturalizes absurdities and contradictions. The result is less fiction than a display of the mechanics of fiction that focuses on the bare minimum of expected content. This austerity, however witty it often is, brings the reader to considerations of what reality might be like if we look at it closely and if it is, in fact, real.

"How am I supposed to read a book if I don't already know what it's about? Or at least have some idea about what to think of it before I read it. Will it be the "book of the year"? Will it be "the one book to put on my reading list"? Will it be the "can't put-down read of the summer"? Or the book that "changes the game" for literature? Has it even been nominated for any awards? I mean-what is it? How am I supposed to read it if I don't know what it is." --Unlikely Blonde "One of the unsung great prose stylists of our time." -- Someone Named Mark