IGL tells of the rebellion of one man's mind against the death of
imagination and the proliferation of heifer dust in the culture of the
day. This man wants out.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He wants in.
He wants it all. He has
none. He pulses with fear, quakes with
desire. As a story, this man's quest for
truth has the narrative excitement normally found in tales of high
adventure. It's fast paced action, class=GramE>it's intellectual hi-jinks raise this story above the
ordinary.
The growth of this man's mind is
the story's central theme. But he is
what he is in relation only to other
characters, all with their own agendas - mentors, lovers, rivals, evil enemies,
fools, friends . . . whack-o, harebrained, pathetic, psychotic,style='mso-spacerun:yes'> loving people, all portrayed with masterly
skill.
What room is there in this world
for truth? What does transcending to a
lofty state do for an honest man? Is a
man obligated to serve others after he himself has been denied?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Can the lonely learn to love, and cleanse
themselves of fear and guilt? These are
questions raised by this man's story, questions the author has wrestled for
decades, questions readers, too, have doubtlessly pondered.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The answers amaze.