"As avant-garde novelist Antony Lamont struggles to write a 'new wave murder mystery,' his frustrating emotional and sexual life wreaks havoc on his work-in-progress. As a result, his narrative (the very book we are reading) turns into a literary 'stew,' an uproariously funny melange of journal entries, erotic poetry, parodies of all kinds, love letters, interviews, and lists--as Hugh Kenner in 'Harper's' wrote, 'for another such virtuoso of the List you'd have to resurrect Joyce'"
