In 2010, on the way back from Australia, I stopped in Tokyo for a few days, arriving at midnight. I’d booked a hotel but they lost my booking and so began a strange few days of existentialist angst when I started asking, who am I? What is my history? Do I exist? I started writing this novel.
A few weeks later, of course, once the novel was finished, the tsunami hit, so reading this novel again always gives me a strange sense of foreboding.
Anyway, you can now read Reception as an ebook!

