The ostensible subject of this inquiry is the primitive hut, a one-room structure built of common or rustic materials. Ann Cline gracefully weaves together two stories: one of primitive huts in times of cultural transition, and another of diminutive structures in our own time of architectural transition. From these narrative strands emerges a deeper inquiry: What are the limits of architecture? What ghosts inhabit its edges? What does it mean to dwell outside it?