The author's ninth book, written when he was 56, appeared less than a decade after the Cuban missile crisis, the assassinations of JFK, RFK and MLK; the attempt on the life of George Wallace, the ascendance of Richard Nixon and his Attorney General John Mitchell, Vietnam, the Tet Offensive, and all the other assaults on the psyche of the American public. Reading it during the current political climate, what seemed as its excesses and exaggerations in 1971 are now not so far-fetched. ( )

אני לא זוכר כלום מהספר פרט לכך שאהבתי אותו מאוד. אולי בזכות השם הנועז לזמנו ובוודאי הודות לתחושת הפרנויה של קונדון ( )

The jacket calls it "An entertainment" but it's of a peculiarly wry kind which lays bare the money and machinations behind the election of "Funky Dunc" Mulligan,an almost totally incompetent lawyer with the shortest possible attention span, to the US Presidency. It is funny, but it's like one of Gottfried Knosperl Rosenbaum's jokes; a joke for the truth. Written more than thirty years ago it is prophetic in its anticipation of the universal surveillance which we now suffer, the use of the computer to amass vast database of information on individuals and the arrogance of those in power who consider themselves not bound by the rules which apply to lesser mortals. A few pages have become irrelevant or tedious, but this is offset by a wonderful cast of warped characters , a keen ear for dialogue and a complicated but beautifully resolved plot.