‘Jumeau
You have brought to me nothing but pain and
disappointment. You cannot hold down a job.
You have no friends. You hate the world for
no more reason than that it has the gall to exist.
 You are just so indifferent towards all the
things that you are supposed to love and so
full of vitriol for things you don’t even know.
You are a man of many rooms, Jumeau, each
 of them closed off from the others so that
there is never any conflict within or without.
You keep your feelings stored in unopened
boxes that lie dusty upon the floors of these
rooms and, unless you are willing to open them,
I fear that you will always be alone and fear that
you think this the right way to be. It is not.’
 
Jumeau awakens one day to the sound of
knocking at his door. With fear and trepidation,
he opens it and thus begins the journey of
discovery that he needs to finally make
himself complete. And what a journey it is.
He takes us through the world of his city at
night, Jazz, champagne and crab on the coast,
scarred acquaintances and sexual misadventures
and the bizarre events that he must go through
if he is to finally find the real Jumeau.