I don't know what to make of this book. It is mysterious and nothing is quite clear, and it exists in sort of a dream state. The narrator warns the reader of at the beginning of the book, that the narrative is more impressionist than realist as the narrator searches for a mysterious artist who painted many forgeries in Buenos Aires. What is a story and what makes value? That is what the book ponders, but it was just a bit too wandering for my taste.