"Each sentence in this genial novel bursts with information, gorgeously put". The New Yorker"A delightfully quirky book....More consistently charming and intelligent than most of us manage to be in a day". San Francisco Chronicle Jim Paul's playful fiction juxtaposes a weekend in Los Angeles with a capsule history of Western thought. A minor mishap Saturday morning -- tomato juice sloshed on white pants -- jars the narrator into a medieval worldview; by Sunday night he has found new insights "at the edge of the West".
