Illuminatus!
This is a dreadfully long monster of a book. It starts out as a detective story, switches to science-fiction, then goes off into the supernatural — all the while being full of the most detailed information of dozens of ghastly boring subjects.
The authors are utterly incompetent — no sense of style or structure at all. The time sequence is all out of order in a very pretentious imitation of Faulkner and Joyce. Worst yet, it has the most raunchy sex scenes, thrown in just to make it sell, a constant use of obscene language for shock effect until the reader begins to feel as depressed as an unwilling spectator at a quarrel between a fishwife and a lobster-pot pirate.
The authors also have the supreme bad taste to introduce real political figures into this mishmash while pretending to expose a real conspiracy.
A pair of nursery Nietzsches dreaming of a psychedelic Superman, a plot that is only a put-on, characters who are cardboard, and a pretense of scholarship that amounts to sheer bluff. If The Lord of the Rings is a fairy tale for adults, sophistitcated readers will quickly recognize this monumental miscarriage as a fairy tale for paranoids.
