This is a fine example of metaphysical (or postmodern) crime novel. Unnamed private detective get hired by a woman to find her husband. Detective has small clues, just a location of women's brother and some shady dealings with pornography ring. As the novel proceeds, more and more surreal things become, and in the end private investigator himself get lost in a labyrinthine. Quite dreamlike novel, like one of David Lynch's movies.
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