Itch

"Neither classifiable as fiction nor philosophy, ITCH recounts its narrator's arousal to the possibility of narration, while dredging through the viscera of corporeal awareness to find succor in the prospect of the telling of the tale. Written in propositional aphorisms both sinuously dense and lyrically precise, ITCH occupies a diegetic space somewhere between the austerity of Wittgenstein's Philosophical Investigations and the confessional interruptions of Stern's Tristram Shand - philosophy with an unreliable narrator, fiction plotted from the compass of first premises to the abject specificity of sensation, of the itch."--Back cover.