More specifically, After Hours: Scorsese, Grief and the Grammar of the Cinema is "Scorsese, Kafka And Dad: Ben Tanzer on 'After Hours',” which you may read here. You may also read some excerpt below. Cool? Quite so, I'd say.
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The book has a loose form, circling around grief, your dad, and Marty, as well as the father of modern life, Kafka. The Kafka reading of the film itself is compelling. But it feels, intriguingly, like the book is still in search of itself, its own long single night of searching, the way Paul’s treated in “After Hours.”
I really enjoy the paradox you’re suggesting here—there is form, but there is no real end when exploring grief and creativity. Though more so, there’s no end-point in terms of being engaged in life, learning. Staying curious is endless in and of itself. The book is a snapshot of where I am in this point in time because I’ve been invited to think about it. It might be a different book in five or ten years, it might not, and yet I’ll be different. One of the things I try to struggle with in this book is that we also have to stay healthy and alive to be in this search. My father and Kafka didn’t get much time to do that; Scorsese has, though he’s aware time is limited, and I hope I’ll have more time to keep pursuing ideas and write books.