Sophie and Otto Bentwood are a well-off, childless, seemingly enviable New York couple with a seemingly enviable life, surrounded by small luxuries, high culture and cool friendships, who live in a remodeled house in a Brooklyn that is just beginning to gentrify. One night, a stray cat bites Sophie when she feeds him. This seemingly annoid accident will be the starting point of a series of small tragedies, of small encounters and encounters that, as subtly and surgically, draw Sophie's broken and turbulent inner landscape. Convinced to have contracted rabies, Sophie seems to see it all through feverish eyes and vague, growing discomfort. Thus, the fear of suffering from the disease is gradually mixed with the other "rage", with that inner combustion in which broken dreams and exhausting in the face of a meaningless life burn.

"Under the shell of ordinary life and its imperfect covenants, anarchy lurked," Sophie reflects at one point. From that fracture, from that convulsive and subterrate anguish that underlies the pristine surface of Otto's privileged but vacuous and conventional daily life and Sophie deals with desperate characters, a book that plays wisely with the tension between mesura and tear to point out the vertigo and emptiness to which the lives of its protagonists open up.