Calvino meets Borges in a wickedly smart novel that explores the boundaries between art and life, vision and reality, and beauty and commerce . . .

When a famous conceptual artist’s installation project suddenly vanishes, the sinister aftershocks radiate outwards through twelve people who were involved in the project, changing all of their lives, and launching them on a crazy-quilt trajectory that will end with them all together at one final, apocalyptic bacchanal.

Mixing illusion and reality, simulacra and replicants, sound artists and death artists, performers and filmmakers and gallerists and journalists, We Live Here Now ranges across the world of weapons dealers and international shipping to the galleries and studios on the cutting edge of hyper-contemporary art. Rose’s characters are, as one of them puts it, in search of “a gateway to the Un, the Ex, the Outer, the Under, the Anti, the Non, the Other Place, the Not,” and it is those mysterious Other Places where C. D. Rose weaves his surreal magic. We Live Here Now spins a dazzling web that conveys, with eerie precision, the sheer strangeness of what it is like to be alive today.