The 11th Inkblot

How does one capture, in words, the life he has lived? Though I have spent much of my adult life narrowing my mind and distracting myself from writing this story, I knew the time would come that I would have enough courage to sift through my memories and endure the feelings that would become passengers on this journey. As the years pass with fewer things to command my time and attention, it becomes harder to avoid this moment. Alone in my study, I hear the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. I realize that the time is at hand for my story to begin. "Spellbindingly measured narrative that entertains and enthralls...A unique and captivating story of a young mind torn between science and art...engrossing debut novel by Kleiger." --Kirkus Reviews

How does one capture, in words, the life he has lived? Though I have spent much of my adult life narrowing my mind and distracting myself from writing this story, I knew the time would come that I would have enough courage to sift through my memories and endure the feelings that would become passengers on this journey. As the years pass with fewer things to command my time and attention, it becomes harder to avoid this moment. Alone in my study, I hear the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. I realize that the time is at hand for my story to begin. “Spellbindingly measured narrative that entertains and enthralls…A unique and captivating story of a young mind torn between science and art…engrossing debut novel by Kleiger.” —Kirkus Reviews