IN & OZ is a romance novel, but not in the usual sense: it's a love letter to artists, writers, designers, thinkers, people with grunge jobs, and others who believe (or maybe are deluded?) that art and poetry matter. An allegory sort of like Orwell's Animal Farm, it tells the story of those stuck in dead-end jobs, or people like poets, artists, and composers who choose to stay in dead-end jobs so they can devote themselves to their art--while the culture around them makes millionaires out of people who create elevator musak, write rhymes for greeting cards, or ads for billboards. That is, IN & OZ is a novel of art and love, but also of class and commerce. In a certain way, its an Occupy Wall Street novel before there was an Occupy Wall Street--a slim novel of big ideas that allows the struggles of one auto mechanic to open up large philosophical and aesthetic issues. Plus it's funny! -- all of this is told with an irony that makes the philosophy painless, fun. (At one point, the line "Live where you work; work where you live" gets translated into 120 languages, including Braille, Hieroglyphics, and Klingon. There almost seems to be a genre of slim novels that open up big ideas (e.g. Camus's The Stranger, Kafka's Metamorphosis ) and this one certainly fits in with them.