Heroics is an absurdist science fiction novel that examines what people who have little to do can find to do. It's similar in theme to Michael Moorcock's Dancers at the End of Time, but is quite solidly American in tone and flavor. The story is told in the form of a quest, featuring elderly Irene in search of the author of a book about her passion, depression glass. She meets a character from Effinger's first novel, What Entropy Means to Me, who puts her through several transformations of age and gender to try to help her reach her goal. She meets a progressively odd series of characters and learns how they cope with existing in this world that seems to alienate their humanity. Effinger gives his humor free range, and I think that detracts some from the satirical points he was trying to make. For example, the Great Plains have been converted into a Teflon-surfaced billiards table... how can you entertain serious thoughts of existentialist philosophy after that? It's a very inventive, fun book to read, but I don't think he hit the mark of serious commentary for which he was shooting.