Jungian horror? David Caspian, Hollywood actor, has dissociative episodes when he seems to be inhabiting the persona of racketeer in Nazi Germany. He is convinced that his alter-ego, Felix, is real but his analyst claims that it is simply his Shadow, the dark half of his self, manifesting itself and trying to draw him into a confrontation. And, while David st4eps into Felix' shoes and deals with the scum of the Reich - corrupt officers, sadistic secret police, industrialists selling furnaces to prison camps and so on - Felix seems to be stepping into his, and delivering the performance of a lifetime in his latest film. Kotzwinkle achieves a great level of detail in both settings and raises many interesting questions about identity, character and ethics. The novel builds up to an unexpected, chilling climax that I won't reveal here. I will say that Kotwzwinkle seems to suggest that the collective unconscious is a realm that might contain more than just archetypal entities, that individual consciousnesses may wander there, torn from their own lives into a sort of Phantom Zone. Highly original and effective, although I couldn't help feeling that a more skilled stylist like Jonathan Carroll, whose reality-bending plots this novel resembles, would have shaped this material into something altogether transcendent.