As a longtime employee, now official biographer of the late Wallace Wales, last of the moguls of the great London publisher Wales & Wales, Robert Racine embarks on a madcap, macabre, enigmatic quest in search of his lunatic, erstwhile mentor's life
I started reading this book (paperback edition) in about 1986, and I have just finished it nearing the end of 2022. The way I read books has changed over the years, and instead of devouring novels a hundred or two hundred pages at a time, I am now content to break things down into ten or twenty page bites. Which is why I found myself finally able to sit down with this novel and complete it. I've given it three stars, because I like the prose and the observations of characters are acute and amusing, but I can't claim to be any the wiser about its content or purpose at the end as I was at the beginning. It seems mainly to be a strung together collection of esoterical literary and etymological conceits, designed to amaze and delight the denizens of the publishing industry, but leaving all other readers nonplussed. In my case it succeeds.