The Land Where One Never Arrives, André Dhôtel

What kind of world have I stumbled into? I, whom my aunt had destined for a routine life, was carried away by a piebald horse, sent here by a baroque hairdresser, and now I'm playing checkers with the son of a collector of cat whiskers, who is immensely rich. So, in this new world for Gaspard, there were certainly terrible and bizarre things.