This is Toussaint‘s first novel about a man who seems to be aloof from society, wishing to spend his days in his bathtub. Unwanted visits from painters and spouse spur him to flee to a hotel in Italy and then later to a hospital where he never has the surgery he was slated for. Toussaint is a master of depicting imagery and emotion. If you combined Proust with a Kafka plot, this novel would result. It‘s absurd, funny, serious and insightful.