My Servant The Wind, by Michael Butterworth, NULL23, 2019 trade p/b, 1st ed.

Blurb: “Navigating his story, there is nothing linear, autobiography becomes speculative fiction. In alien contacts the geography of the page disintegrates and time has become uncertain — located neither here nor there. The wind is blowing from the future deserts which he remembers from his youth. He is haunted by himself and memories of the apocalypse. He has travelled through new worlds and wild turbulence, protracted labour — a difficult birth. The wind blows a novel against his receiver and he transcribes…”