The late Peter Brunette, whom I had the privilege of knowing during my doctoral work at George Mason University, was a colleague of David Wills. Although I had already read this book before I arrived at GMU (and was blown away by the writing, the erudition, and the deconstructive magic Wills performed), that link with the author through someone I knew made this book even more meaningful. I never stopped being impressed with Wills's work here, and that opinion _mostly_ remains after rereading following a lapse of about fifteen years. However, the scholarly tide has turned (for the better) and deconstruction, even works of unquestionable quality such as this book, has been relegated to a more or less deserved irrelevance. Wills mixes details of his autobiography, reflections on history and criticism, and critiques of a wide variety of cultural texts (a Charles Conder painting, the first four books by cyberpunk author William Gibson, a Peter Greenaway film). This all works because of Wills's incredible talent as a writer: his prose is brilliant, wonderful, and awe-inspiring. He has much to say about the deficiencies of many deconstructive readings (that they are really very shallow works by people who never understood Derrida or his writings), and his point is made more forceful by how exemplary an instance of deconstruction _Prosthesis_ is. Having said all that, though, Wills's work still suffers from the main problem of deconstructive criticism: it is an idealist methodology that has little impact on people's actual lives and has little constructive) to say about how people might change socioeconomic conditions (even though these come up in Will's writing, most forcefully in his critiques of Gibson's novels). Ultimately (and this is driven home in the final two chapters, a reading of the fiction and biography of Raymond Roussel and an intricate and ingenious reading of a missing closing parenthesis in a text by Derrida), Wills's work shares with deconstruction more generally a penchant for getting lost in the play of words, language, signifiers and elisions. The point of the text (to highlight that any "origin" for anything is merely a convenient marker that signifies no real origin at all) is well taken, but is also nothing new. The logic and word games are fun and brilliant, but are ultimately no helpful in the material ways that would help us and others to work through issues in the lived world rather than the world of the intellect.