Have you ever been dead certain that you're being observed, that maybe your very existence is predicated on how others see you? A few minutes after she's become convinced she's the victim of a home invasion, In the Round's brilliant and intimate narrator plunges us into a feminist Kafkaesque literary mystery that unfolds over the course of one weird-and dare we say, dramatic-night in San Francisco. Nothing is missing from her family's home, but everything feels wrong. So begins a sleepless night of questioning, and a novel packed with the kind of astonishing twists that leave readers wondering: Is all the world a stage, after all? Over the course of the evening, theatrical elements creep in: a cast list, a prop list, an intermission.

At once an avant-garde thriller, a meditation on motherhood and mortality, a full-throated endorsement of gut-level intuition, and a tribute to the rapture of live theater in a post-pandemic world, In the Round is a lively, inventive, and completely singular story.