By Martin Myers
Who is Spiegel? Is he really a junkman? He says he’s on an assignment. Is he? Is all of this really happening? Or is this a nightmare peopled with the creations of a sick mind? And who are all the whacky creatures spawned here?
Is this a put-on? Or a metaphysical mystery? Maybe it’s an allegory about man’s relationship to God. Or an inquiry into the character-author relationship. Is it a novel about a novel? Or a disguised study of a changing art form? Wait. Maybe it’s a plot to destroy the novel once and for all.
Reader, you decide. And fall in love with Spiegel, the junkman, the most delightful Everyman to come along in some time.
But be forewarned: between the lines, the laughs and the surprises, there is something puzzling, something frightening, something that gnaws at you long after you finish reading this funny, bizarre, outrageous puzzle… in a puzzle… in a puzzle.