A simple plot summary : The writer fictionalizes his younger self, blending his own past with that of the killer of Martin Luther King jr and his hideout in Europe after the murder, works his way up to his own present-day narrator self and the time of the shooting, in Memphis, 1968, culminating with a long chapter focusing on MLK.
Not so simple? I agree.
Fortunately, it is also masterly well-penned and evolving around Lisbon, a city I found so stunningly beautiful I automatically enjoy reading about it.
However : Stiflingly pretentious, despite the talent, and at least 200 pages too long.