Unattended Luggage is a novel about three grown men: Henrik, Jonathan and Andreas. Who played in a band together at upper secondary school. Who were supposed to hit it big. Supposed to make it. And who didn’t make it. And who are now meeting up again. Because they’re all turning forty. Andreas’ idea. The band was called, or is called, Unattended Luggage. And in this lies a lot of the novel’s nerve and food for thought. Everything we set aside, of ourselves, in every imaginable and unimaginable place. All our components, strewn around, abandoned, unattended. What will it be like to reunite when half a lifetime has passed for all three of them? When they have become what they are all by themselves, become something other than what they perhaps should have.