A novel of intellectual reference and allusion, so to speak minus much of the novel?

I have a narrative. But you will be put to it to find it.

Or is he in some peculiar way thinking of an autobiography?

Also in part a distant cousin innumerable times removed of the Tibetan Book of the Dead?

Or does the absence of narrative progression plus that cross-circuited schematism possibly render it even a poem of sorts?

Not to add avec exactly 333 interspersed unattributed quotations awaiting annotation?

Nonlinear. Discontinuous. Collage-like. An assemblage.

Wastebasket.