I loved this book but permit me to declare an interest: Candice Wuehle was not only a student of mine at the University of Iowa, but fatefully the class she took was Classic English Ghost Stories. We started with J. Sheridan Le Fanu and ended with Algernon Blackwood, visiting along the way M. R. James, Bram Stoker, and Edith Wharton (pushing the nationality envelope a trifle). Candice was always well prepared to contribute to the class, not only in her reading and comments, but especially by being suitably attired for clubbing afterwards at the Goth Club. Actually the main classical source for Monarch is Frankenstein, along with overtones of DeLillo, Pynchon (particularly Crying of Lot 49). As Candice is also a University of Iowa writers' workshop graduate (along with University of Kansas), she carries on as well the proud tradition of novels set in Iowa City by writers such as Elizabeth Hardwick and John Irving. She doesn't name the town or the university, but Mayflower dormitory and University Photography are real places. The father of the principal character is a Professor of Boredom Studies (hello Don DeLillo), his daughter Jessica Clink competed in pageants as a child (like JonBenet Ramsey), retired at 13 and apparently became a high-school student, and then enrolled as an undergraduate at the University of Iowa. In fact, she was a MONARCH, a programmed operative for a super hush-hush agency with centers at a university somewhere in the southwestern desert and another in the mountains of Norway. When she starts discovering her secret identity (whilst developing photographs at University Photography), Jessica goes rogue, precipitating her mother's termination with extreme prejudice. (Proof of which requires decapitation.) After a series of adventures in America and Europe (along with her former college roommate Jian--alias Jane), Jessica forces a showdown in the mountains of Norway with her controller, Chancellor Lethe. (Like Pynchon, Wuehle gives her characters names simultaneously satirical while almost believable.) Jessica combines angst-ridden teen ingenue with secret agent—one of her roles was seducing foreign dictators while under the illusion of somnambulism. I’d definitely love to read a sequel, though not sure if Jessica has exceeded her sell-by date. But whatever Candice Wuehle writes next, I want to read.