Nice weird book by Mr. Wilson. In the same vein as the Illuminatus Trilogy, not as good, much weirder. Not a bad read atall, which is by the way my favorite Pacific Island.
I don't even know. The occultist/conspiracy trend in literature from the later 20th century confuses me. On one level, this book could be valuable as a criticism of closed-mindedness or something else more elaborate than that that I don't really want to specify further at the moment. On the other hand, it could be ridiculous. At the very least, it was a fun read.
A detective story where drinking buddies Albert Einstein and James Joyce solve a mystery serves as a framing device to a Gothic romance about Aleister Crowley and the end of the Golden Dawn. But everything is actually an framing device to Robert Anton Wilson talking about whatever he wants. Absolutely fantastic.
I have read this book several times over the last thirty years and it is still an enjoyable read although in places the "Joycean" passages can be a little wearing.
A good historical fiction reworking of RAW's main thematic interests. Not as good as Illuminatus or the Cat trilogies but thought provoking and well written.