If you thought that we can not invent anything in literature, read this novel! This book is a labyrinth, but, as noted by the author, the labyrinth is both outside and inside to be. He surprised me by his delusional nature while being built strictly logical way. It mixes the pure poetry to the most down-to-earth descriptions, almost trivial. He opens doors he is careful to close. The whole story can be read at various levels, as is often the initiatory tales. But is this one? Or is it an adventure novel? Or psychoanalytic introspection? It reaches anyway the unconscious and takes us in turn limpid waters lap and disorders. A book of contrasts, surprising and mesmerizing!