The book of flying

Has anyone read The book of flying, by Keith Miller? I finished it in one sitting, as the characters and the journey were fascinating and mesmerizing.

Here is one of my favourite stories in the book - whimsical and fantastical.

"Tell me a tale," she would beg. "Tell me, Pico." And they'd sit together on the steps of the library, by the bed of irises.

"Somewhere," he told her, "somewhere else lived a boy and a girl beside the sea and as they grew older they grew more transparent. At first blue blood vessels and then bones bloomed beneath the skin but soon they could see the shapes of the world behind their bodies, the shudder of leaves like shadows in the brain, a butterfly's flutter in the mutter of the heart, beetles in the coils of the bowels. They watched wine whirl down each other's throats and the sun rise up each other's spines, stepping vertically vertebra to vertebra. Soon the only substance they obtained was when their bodies overlapped and so they clasped each other, peering for the vestiges of eyes, teeth, ears, smears against the landscape. And one day they kissed and disappeared."