A story of conspiracy and corruption in places high and low,
of religious fanaticism and political opportunism, pitting skeptics and true
believers of the worst sort, the well-to-do and those struggling for a piece of the pie.
Pynchonesque, though its more proper to say that Pynchon is Gaddisesque. The prose is breathtaking: the dialogue unlike anything I've ever read,
and the message—war for profit—creepily prophetic. Funny and grim in equal
measure. At its center: a marriage collapsing under the weight of
madness, malaise, and eventually murder. Gaddis deserves the reverence and awe he elicits even from
fellow writers.
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