Yoshimoto's mysterious short story written by a dead author—translated, retranslated, and circulated among a small group of women whose lives become entangled with it. 

Yoshimoto's narrator is drawn closer to the text and its translators, grief, desire, and identification begin to blur. N.P. is darker and more inward than her better-known work, as most gifted writers do have a dark work inside them. 

This Italian edition underscores the book’s core concern with translation—not just between languages, but between people.