Having narrowly passed the well-known ordeal of a person who writes to read what they have lived through, Z. Z. has managed to bring her writing to a point where, almost inadvertently, incredible infidelities take place between the hidden forces of life.

Through traveling needles, cattle heads given as gifts, strange fingers, and all kinds of transformations, an otherworldly depth claims the book as its shelter.

It is left to the reader to suspect that similar psychologies see literature not as the greatest success, but simply as a noble compromise.

[Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]