I’ve got about 100 pages to go and my co-workers (I’m one of those fortunate souls for whom it’s actually OK to read at work, if nothing else is going on) keep asking me what’s so damned funny), and it’s SO difficult to describe this book!

But here’s a shot:

This is like Bulgakov’s Master and Margarita with a few knobs tweaked. Turn down the satanic/devll aspects, turn up the surrealism, crank the date forward about 100 years and make all the contemporary references English instead of Russian…

I’m delighted to have found it, even if my co-workers are now convinced I’m barking mad. They already thought so as I plowed through Gentlemen of the Road.