A tersely fragmented experimental political thriller from the disillusioned wreckage of 60s radicalism, roving from Cuba to the NYC underground, to the wilds of Canada. This is a novel about what is left after ideals collapse and one is left to sort out a life amidst the nagging memory of past hopes. Recast, of course, as an adventure road novel in search of a lost daughter. Its disintegrating form makes it hard, thematically, to hang onto by the end, but that's precisely why I already feel that I need to re-read it. As a long-vanished Fiction Collective publication of 1979, this just renews my assurance that that whole catalog is worth running down.