"A man sits in his car at the traffic-lights, waiting for them to go green." This may sound like a calm opening to a novel, but readers can be absolutely assured that the minute this man's distracted foot hits the accelerator, they will be off on a voyage of such imagination, a trip of such tart hilarity, a solipsistic sojourn of such universality that they will not draw breath until the man, Howard Baker, returns, so to speak, to earth at journey's end.
Howard finds himself checking into a great metropolis at the nerve center of the universe, where anything is possible. He can do anything he likes, from expressing himself in any language — and being understood — to flying and changing his age at will. It is a city of vast enjoyment, but one which also presents a real moral and intellectual challenge, and offers deeply satisfying possibilities for self-development and self-realization. In short, it is a city which is highly adapted to the requirements of a modest, responsible...
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