Dying Man in Living Room

After five months of self-imposed isolation, twenty-something Greta Fox leaves her uptown apartment.  A whim, she decides to attend a “living exhibition,” the cryptic Dying Man In Living Room.

It is Christmas Eve.  Everything – and nothing – has changed.  New York City is pleasantly cold, and glittering storefronts, hansom cabs bright with strings of white lights, and the Big Apple’s colorful characters hold darkness at bay. Greta’s destination is a midtown tenement building, although she does not know what, exactly, awaits her.  She leaves her phone at home.  She carries nothing but her purse.  Invigorated, Greta questions the decision to leave her apartment, yet everything she experiences works to underscore her conviction that she is a “victim” of privilege and too much education.  Living, Greta decides, demands action.  Chance and curiosity will keep her animated.

Dying Man In Living Room introduces the reader to the unforgettable Greta Fox, a schematic character, who, defined by her thoughts and inability to respond “accordingly,” is consumed by experience, her misadventures (more “The Metamorphosis” than Bright Lights, Big City) informed by a series of strange thoughts and humorous encounters, creating both a bold narrative and unflinching meditation on what it means to be twenty-something in an unfolding 21st century.