A Book with No Author

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A manuscript arrives in the mail sent by mistake. It asks the question: </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What if your private life was made public by someone you've never met?</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> Stories within stories tell of two men: a photographer whose life is upended as he seeks the elusive writer who's invaded his world and the writer who exploits his newfound gift for telling tales and violating boundaries. But is any of this real? If such a book arrived anonymously on your doorstep could you just let it go? An obsessive search for the author becomes a hall of mirrors echoed both inside and outside the mystery manuscript. Where is truth? Who owns your life story? And where do stories come from anyway? </span></p>