"This novel centres around eight hours in the life of the Author (unnamed), a man in his forties, a literary celebrity, who is in Tel Aviv on a stifling hot night to give a reading. Bored, he looks for distraction - and finds copy. In his head he conjures up the life stories of the people he meets, not least Ricky, an equally bored but seductive waitress. Later, even as the reading from his new book is underway, and the obligatory inane questions have come and gone ('Why do you write?' 'What is it like to be famous?' 'Do you write with a pen or on a computer?'), he weaves stories round the audience and the panel." "Afterwards, the Author invites the professional reader who took part for a drink before walking her home; but she lives opposite and declines, and he wanders off into the dark. Later he returns, climbs the many flights of stairs to her flat, where she lives alone with her cat ... Or does he? The reader never quite knows where reality ends and invention begins in this Author's account of his long night." He spends the rest of the night wandering, smoking, inventing, regretting and thinking till dawn, when he learns, by chance, of the death of a once famous poet, now barely remembered.