Considering the author, this was, of course, a strange book, with an uncertain definition of reality. The apparently concrete reality plane included a small town library visited by the ghost of its former head librarian. In the other plane, there was a grim, timeless town, where the protagonist worked in a library reading old dreams. I’m guessing you could write volumes analyzing the meaning of the book. I’m too lazy for that. I can say that I enjoyed the book, which seems to deal with the importance of joining our conscious and subconscious selves.
