What was it about that alley in post-World-War-II Chicago? Under its influence, two very different brothers grope toward adulthood in the turbulent babyboom era and find separate blemished glories "as rock star and archeologist" in careers that are haunted by a troubled past and their family's closet of skeletons.
Not just a tale of family roots and destinies, this novel looks to the stars and beyond and confronts our sense of distinction. Are we really separate from our fellows? Or is separateness but an illusion, the daily hallucination that helps us to out-compete others? What is the cipher of self-hood and how can one man decode it?