This is a novel about a novelist named Eleanor, whose laptop, containing an enigmatic document, is stolen from a coffee shop. But it is also a novel about the unnamed novelist writing Eleanor's story, and whose relationship with a brilliant, melancholic critic is getting decidedly complicated.
"Eleanor is your classic novelist-writing-a-novel novel, very much in the mode of Ben Lerner and Chris Kraus, oftentimes self-reflexive, self-commentating, and self-conscious, but never precious or purposeless."
The Brooklyn Rail
"By turns funny, melancholic, and provocative, Anna's novel undoes and remakes the conventions of realist fiction through repetition and compression of time… It is 'luminously ordinary' in its progression, where profound shifts are as small as a postcard written or a hand touched."
BOMB
"Anna Moschovakis takes the reader straight to the terrifying edge: that moment where one ages out of youthfulness and begins to flutter in the debris of middle living, flattened out by technology, wild-goose chasing one's data. Yet, the deeper we look into Eleanor's unsettledness, the more we see and the more hope we find in her rhizomic wandering. This is a beautiful slow burn of a novel."
