Jonathan has quarreled with Kay-Kay, his mysterious and charming Chinese girlfriend, whom is in love with, but maybe it seems too simple to tell her and then mostly behaves like a petulant child, and in a brasserie in London meets Tristan, in turn mysterious and fascinating Hungarian expat, which on one hand knows too much and on the other is too romantic to get anything. Setting in motion the 'Tristan and Isolde' like events, as the name of one of the protagonists clearly suggests, Jonathan invites Tristan to join him and Kay-Kay on a trip through Europe that should serve to the Hungarian to recover his lost homeland. Obviously Tristan and Kay-Kay will fall one in each other's arms, and to Jonathan will not remain nothing more than go back to America and vent his grief pursuing a (successful) suicide attempt. There are very nice things in this book, descriptions of places and interesting characters, and a certain lucid analysis of the facts and circumstances of our past, as well as the relationship between people with diverse backgrounds. There are things, many things, too many things. Often we lose sight of the thread of the story, the deepening minute throughout the past, present and future of virtually any character after a while becomes heavy, and everyone, all characters, have a degree of drama that is hard to find in a similar group of people in real life. A bit more sobriety wouldn't hurt, and would make the novel really very nice. Thank Endeavour Press and Netgalley for giving me a free copy in exchange for an honest review.