

This is the fifth book published by David Vardeman, the soul of corona\samizdat press. His quirky humor, eye for the perverse, and--more so in this novel than his others--absolute freedom to lark make him one of the great under-appreciated writers of our time. His novella 'Easter', which is included in the collection Suggestion Diabolique has established itself as my favorite modern work of short fiction.
This book is not nearly as dark, as indicated by the opening "Carl Murderplan...", yet is just as funny and strange. Vardeman's characters pay their homage to Raymond Carver in their ways, but reject him outright, on the way to proving that there are many ways to be compelling. The real magic happens when the bizarre comes off as natural as Steinbeck.
Forced to describe Vardeman as a writer, I suggest imagining him accepting the Stalinist assignment to portray humanity using Socialist Realism, provided all the pencils and paper necessary to amuse himself and only himself throughout many very long winters.