Three very close friends, each of whom appears to be obsessed with death as a means to avoid living. Pursuing the history of the accidentally found dead man, Jim heads away from, rather than towards, a meaning to his life. A book of relationships with a frisson of fear.
Everything started to go wrong the day we dragged the Eskimo up in the net off Malin Head. I wasn’t long back from Alaska, and it seemed as if he must have followed me halfways around the world.
