Sheila Heti writes experimental fiction. Her good friend Misha Glouberman holds art happenings in Toronto — he teaches improv classes, he gathers people in a room to make nonsensical noise, that sort of thing. Sheila thinks Misha has fascinating opinions about people, and that maybe he should write them down. Misha does not write.
What's an experimental fiction writer to do? Heti hung out with Glouberman, drinking coffee, taking notes, and then transcribing what he said into monologues by him.