“NowIamgoingtotellthestoryofsomethingthathappenedonenightyearsago,andtheeventsofthemorningandafternoonthatfollowed.“TheIncompletesbeginswiththissimplepromise.Buttotrytogetatthecompletemeaningoftheday’sevents,thenarratormustfirsttakeusonaninternationaltour--fromthedocksofBuenosAires,toBarcelona,untilwecheckinatthegloomyHotelSalgadowiththenarrator’stransientfriendFelixinMoscow.Fromscrapsofinformationleftbehindonpostcardsandhotelstationery,thenarratorhopestoreconstructFelix’sstaythere.Withflightsofimagination,heconjuresupthehotel’slabyrinthinehallways,Masha,thecaptivehotelmanager,andthecity’spublicmarkets,filledwithpilesofbrokentelevisions.Eachcharactercarrieswithinthemasecretthattheydon’tquiteunderstand--astashofforeignmoneyhiddeninthepagesofabook,awastelandattheedgeofthecity,amysteriousshaftoflightinthesky.TheIncompletesisanoveldisturbedbythishalf-knowledge,hauntedbythefactthatanycompleteversionofeventsisalwaysjustoutsideourreach.
