This was a good book.
Following the adventures of Mrs Oedipa Maas as she fulfils her duties as executor of an ex-lover's will, it's a kaleidoscope of characters, images, events and concepts that spiral past at dizzying speed. It's like a weird cross between Catch-22, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency and Going Postal, with extra LSD. Yet it still manages to ask searching questions about selfhood, existence and perception without any sign of pretentiousness. Its prose can be beautiful ("shall I project a world?") yet it's never hard going. It is altogether far too much fun for a university reading list, yet somehow it ended up on my one. Thank God for that, I say.