"I am a liar," thought Max dreamily forking the antipasto which had arrived brought by a waiter with an apologetic and furtive air. "I knew lies before I knew sex, before I knew money. I am married to lies. And I shall stay married. I have made too many promises to do anything else." But Max has told too many lies, and he is beginning to lose his nerve. He thinks he has lost control but where? Has it happened in New York, Saint Petersburg, London, Buenos Aires, or here in Rome? Who wants to betray this charismatic gargoyle of a man with his alluring chatter and solid presence which make up for his size? Max knows the answer: too many.The story of Max is told by Rachel, Max is fictitious and it is the Max trilogy which made Rachel rich until she lost everything. Now lying in bed, like Scheherazade in The Thousand and One Nights, she is telling the story of Max, as well as her own story which is also the story of Tina Faithful and le Comte de Braband; a story of love, death and betrayal. The Dream Maker is a dark comedy, rich in ambiguity, in which nothing is quite what it seems.
