An unsettled and unsettling novel: My Father's Ghost is Climbing in the Rain

Very interesting and promising beginning to Patricio Pron's novel My Father's Ghost is Climbing in the Rain starting with the title itself, a haunting image and a very unusual phrasing (a sentence, no less) for a title (I am totally sick of jaunty titles such as The XXX Club for XXX and Instructions for XXX for XXX, which have replaced the more sedate cliched title formula of the 2000s such as The XX of XX - and why are all books with the word "Bee" in the title best sellers?). Back to Pron, a young Argentine writer, this being I think his first book to appear in English: opening pages narrated by the most deliberately unreliable narrator ever, as he begins by telling us that he has pretty much completely forgotten an 8-year span of his life, as he's been living in Germany making a tiny living as a freelance writer, and seeing an analyst - he's not sure why he's been seeing him or what meds he's been on - but in any event, he's living on friends' couches and has virtually no sense of who he is - his entire personality obliterated. He does have deeper memories, of childhood, and he suddenly gets called home to Argentina where his father is gravely ill; even at home, his memories are balky - and we learn that his father had some kind of long-standing dementia, as well. We also learn that his parents, both journalists, had some kind of political activist history - and no doubt that will play a role in the story going forward. Pron has a striking and quirky style of writing that for me is very captivating - with a lot of attention to certain odd details and great ellipses, completely overlooking themes that would seem to be essential to the novel: for example, we know (and he knows) almost nothing about his father's illness; he tells us nothing about what led him to live in Germany; he gives no descriptions or accounts of any friends or lovers. But he gives a detailed list of medical terms that he has come to learn thanks to his father's condition (and his condition). He comes up with some strangely beautiful passages, such as - after a doc examines his father, he asks, inappropriately, How is his temperature?, and the doc looks at him, totally puzzled: His temperature's fine, there is nothing wrong with his temperature at all. Just one of many examples of the unsettled nature of this novel. One other that will strike all readers: Pron tells the story in quite short numbered segments (a tactic I often find annoying but that he uses to good effect, in that his narrator is a fractured character); to add to the oddity, the numbers are in sequence with some omissions. I'm sure all readers will double-check when they go from # 2 directly to # 4 - I thought there was a misprint in my edition - but in fact these gaps are another way of Pron's telling us that we don't have the full story, we never can.