This book is like a spaceship with no recognizable components, no
rivets or bolts, no entry points, no way to take it apart. It is
very shiny, and it has no discernible flaws. If you could somehow
smash it into smaller pieces, there would certainly be no way to
put it back together again. It simply is. Page by page, line by
line, it is probably the strangest, most distinctive, and most
involved work of fiction by an American in the last twenty years.