You Are Here

In a New York City where time is chopped up like salad and people finish each others' sentences, a dozen characters have love affairs and take parts in a one-act play in the summer of 2001, and the spring, summer, and fall of 2004.You Are Here is part Fassbinder anti-theatre, part cheap heartbreak \u00e0 la Brenda Starr, part intertextual hall of mirrors. Donald Breckenridge's stunning prose spins into life a world of ideas and art—that nevertheless can come to a dead halt in a heartbeat.