A religious cult. A man ceaselessly knocking on doors to collect fees for tv usage. The Little People. Two moons. A dowager. A private investigator. A bodyguard. A ghostwriter. Nine hundred and twenty-five pages of strangeness. I could write fifty pages about this book and you’d still have no clue what this book is about. I read the whole thing and I have no idea what the whole book was about. I liked it. But I don’t know if you’d like it or not. I suspect you would either love it or hate it.