Dodi and Diana: A Broken Crown, a Dream That Never Arrived

Paris is the city of light on the night Diana and Dodi Fayed are chased into the tunnel by camera flashes, and the book stays with that night before asking what might have happened had they arrived. Chapters imagine a morning that came alone, a room that kept its door, a name that meant mother, and Dodi beyond the edge of the photograph. A lens that does not know when to close, the concrete of the tunnel after everyone has left, a sea that had not heard and flowers that found no hand follow. The narrator, who knows how the width of a road is measured, admits what no one can know, and the book ends at a white page where his hand stops.