Drawing on the author's own experiences, this slim, intimate collection of thirteen stories explores myriad forms of love (and disappointment and nostalgia and panic) through a narrator who bemoans his inability to wear a trench coat well, like Humphrey Bogart and the other elegant men his mother taught him to admire. In these encounters and these endings, in these details and these feelings, a compassionate portrait of a life emerges.

Terse, droll, sometimes absurd but always lucid, Pàmies casts his gaze on the urge to write as seen through his mother's final days; on his teenage fantasy that his father was actually Jorge Semprún; and on situations such as adopting a dog to staunch a failing marriage, or a father asked to play the part of a corpse in his son's short film. In this phantasmagoria of failure and loss, Pàmies confronts us--pulling us in with his use of the second person--with the omnipresence of well-intentioned lies without which it might be impossible to ever make anyone else happy.