This book is a mystery. There is no question about it. From the very beginning you are taken on a wild ride by the author, into a gray area that begins in the sixties and might as well end with a drug-induced hallucination. The mystery itself is that bizarre. But it is thoroughly enjoyable. It surprised me that I couldn't put the book down, even as life inside of it was getting stranger and stranger with every page I turned.You can't properly describe this book to other readers, you simply have to ask them to experience it. The writing is so perfect that at times you can physically feel the essence of silence or the complete emptiness in knowing you aren't who you think you are. There is just no way to explain this experience, which is fitting with the sixties, I think. It isn't often you come across a book where the writing so perfectly mimics the setting that it makes the hair stand up on your arms.
