"This is a book of impressions. Rats run over the heads of unsuspecting diners, a man naps on a coffin lid. The Bali rice harvest whispers. Tropical heat stultifies and rain freezes. We witness over time the changes wrought by globalization and modernization, including the arrival of TV, and know the writer is a poet by his sensibility, the very turn of his sentences. This is R. Nemo Hill's Book of Disquiet, composed of fragments, observations, musings, quotations, postcards, all colored by particular places, sensations, yearnings, revelations. In Elizabeth Bishop's words, everything is "only connected by 'and' and 'and.'" Yet, as is the case with Bishop, there is a guiding spirit, in this case a man named "No one," a traveler, inbound and outbound at the same time."—David Mason
Literary Nonfiction. Memoir.