Gorgeous sentences and paragraphs, but too opaque and experimental for me. Ghostly presences wind their way among some beautiful prose, explicit sex scenes, and lovely musings on music, golf and literature, as an ethereal story of a father and daughter and their ‘ghosts‘, travels from St. Petersburg to St. Andrews. It lost me at times but grabbed me again with phrases that were arresting. Definitely not for everyone, but I‘d try this author again.