About This Book
A novel in four voices, bedeviled by one-line throwaways: I served (my country) when sub wasn't part of a sandwich. One of the voices believes his Department is like a submarine coursing silent depths, a kind of ark to keep evil, always lurking, at bay. Chair-ahh, Chair-utterly lacking reason, he eagerly anticipates abduction by thuggish Tibetan Buddhists, whisked to Potala, Tibet, to be utterly transformed, no longer doomed to umpire vain squabbles among faculty of a dying junior college English department. Sucked into Dr. Lloyd's filthy office by a teasing offering of the Pbs special entitled, Llamas I Have Lloved, humiliated by nagging attachment to things of the flesh, he awaits transmogrification. Anor, a demon only recently a snake, has horror of actually becoming one of the creatures he impersonates. He tries to strew disorder, but chaos is already so pervasive he finds little to do.
