The narrator of
Villa Bunker receives letters, dozens of them, written by his mother in an isolated seaside villa, which tell of his parents’ troubles in this uninhabitable house, which is soon to become a kind of labyrinth roamed by memories and long-buried feelings. At first the narrator’s parents fret most about the villa’s physical deterioration, but soon their own psychological deterioration becomes the inescapable focus of their stories. Is their joint madness due to the villa’s aberrant architecture? Or is the isolation of the villa to blame? Or were they mad all along? The narrator is left to decipher the clues, himself in turn becoming prey to his
own house, which like memory and time, seems in a state of permanent metamorphosis.