On the Calculation of Volume (Book II)

WASHINGTON POSTThe first year of November eighteenth is coming to a close, and Tara Selter has returned to her hotel room in Paris, the place where it all began.

As if perched at the edge of a precipice, she readies herself to leap into November nineteenth.On the Calculation of VolumeAnd yet as the world announces itself anew, Tara's own sense of self is eroding, making her wonder just which bits of her are really left intact? ?It is the Tara Selter with hopes and dreams who has fallen out of the picture, been thrown off the world, run over the edge, been poured out, carried off down the stream of eighteenths of November, lost, evaporated, swept out to sea.?

She begins to think of herself as a relic of the past, as something or someone leftover, similar to the little Roman coin she carries around in her pocket, without a purpose or a place.On the Calculation of VolumeTo be continued.