In Japanese culture, shibai means "drama," or "play," but in Hawaiian slang it means "smokescreen," "bullshit," "gaslighting." In this uncategorizable work, Don Mitchell weaves together the brutal 1969 murder of his friend, Harvard graduate student Jane Britton, with harassment by law enforcement and the media, the language and culture of the Nagovisi people of Bougainville, the Big Island of Hawai'i and the high barrens of its dormant volcano Mauna Kea, ultra running and walking, and the New York milieus of Buffalo and Ithaca. The unforgettable Jane Britton threads through the book, along with one of the suspects, the State Police detective who eventually solved the case, and Becky Cooper, an investigative journalist in whose book about Jane's murder (We Keep the Dead Close) Mitchell is a continuing presence. Addressing himself in the second person, Mitchell explores how memory and meaning shapeshift, the way facts can shatter long-held perceptions about one’s self and others, and how love and connection transcend time and culture. Mitchell creates a fascinating meld of fiction and nonfiction, past and present, speculation and discovery that excavates layers of truth, of error . . . and of shibai.

"A whirlpool of stories circle the center—a riveting cold case that happened in 1969. Honest and introspective, it recounts the case, and through it, explores the protagonist’s incredulity surrounding a woman-friend’s death. A mystery within a mystery, the story is written in the second person, the years of living with this unsolved death deftly handled. Rather than being a hindrance or a vehicle of accusation, the you becomes a road of self-exploration, attendant to varying aspects of the murder, the shibai found in it, and in the writer’s life itself. The honesty is disarming at times, sad and heart rending in others, the you a way to look at life’s triumphs and failures, as well as a way to examine the murder and the protagonist’s role. ”—Juliet Kono Lee, author of Anshū and other books.