A rare and wonderfully written book of literary detection that is heartbreaking as well as thrilling, about the afterlife of a writer's manuscripts and the things he carried.
It's exquisite, delicate, fascinating. I put Proust's Overcoat on the same shelf as Serena Vitale's Pushkin's Button and Umberto Eco's Foucault's Pendulum.
This book is just my style. In the spirit of La Bohème, a brilliant aria to the coat.