I read a book over the weekend called "the End of Mr. Y." -- very hard to classify this. I can only describe it as a philosophical, name-dropping (in terms of philosophers), post-structuralist physics, science fictional, sado-masochistic, adventure novel. Its heroine, Ariel Manto, a Ph.D. candidate (in something resembling the philosophy of literature and science or some such nonsense) happens upon an extremely rare book (there's only one in existence) which contains a recipe for a potion that allows her to enter a strange mind-space called the 'troposphere'. In it, she can blink in and out of other people's minds. What starts out as a dalliance (a la Nicholson Baker's "The Fermata") turns into a full-fledged adventure ( with agents gunning for her, like in "The Matrix") and then into a [William] Gibsonesque philosophical investigation into time-travel, religion, god, the history of the universe etc. In the end, I think she (scarlett thomas, the author) bit off a little bit more anyone can chew in only 400 pages or possibly a lot more. A lot it was very provocative and thoughtful, but in the end, the reality was that she had to cop-out because alas, she doesn't know any of the answers to the questions she raises. The "epilogue" is a two-page exercise in "WTF?" It's funny how one always hopes that there will be a real revelation in these types of books, but there rarely is. Anyway... that's my weekly book review. p ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html