The police get a call that there is a dead man in a hermetically sealed townhouse. Upon arrival, the police find a man slumped over his kitchen table. Surrounding him are piles of dog-eared books, ragged notebooks full of diagrams, sketches, random passages from his many books and from various websites. Police are baffled when they inspect the scene. Baffled, they call in a neighbor, who volunteers to read through these cryptic journals and to organize them into some sort of cogent form. When he is done, he has little more insight into what that dead man had been doing than he had before, but he does know that everything he had perceived as "reality" is in question. He is left wondering what had happened. Moreover, all he knows for certain at this point is that that there is a dead man in his neighborhood, this book was left in his wake and that he himself had started "celebrating 9/11."
The protagonist begins to celebrate 9/11. Unfortunately he does it in a high school classroom and administration does not take a liking to that. It is the first step in his mental decline and his descent into an Ahab-like obsession with finding out the "truth" of what happened that day.
This is the frame story. An innocent neighborhood of this odd neighbor is dragged into the ensuing mystery of this guy's pursuit of the truth of 9/11. Naive, he offers to help and, along the way, loses his prior sense of "reality" and begins to question what had been granted for him in the past. In other words, he begins to "celebrate 9/11."
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