First time novelist Nick Harakaway knocks it out of the park with this intriguing blend of philosophy, martial arts and the apocalypse. Gonzo Lubitsch and his friends helped build the Pipe, supplying a modicum of safety and reality to a small remnant of the human race after the Go Away War and it’s weapons which bordered on the metaphysical and greatly disturbed the fabric of reality. Now the pipe is in danger and they are called up to save it, but is it worth saving? Nothing is what it seems in this rollicking adventure filled with secret organizations, love, greed, ninjas and mimes.
I cannot say enough good things about this book. Harkaway has a way with phrases that remind us of great authors. For example take this colorful description in a very seedy bar:
“There are ten or so of them, tall, short, thin, fat and all white-faced and black-clothed, and surely about to die. Not white-faced like skin pigment, but white-faced like wearing full stage make-up. They are clowns. Worse than that. They are mimes. As I approach the circle to say that maybe they should just leave quietly and of course this will be something they are quite good at, being what they are, the mime-in-chief spins to the bar and leans over it, and under the eyes of seventeen of the most dangerous men in Matchingham, he orders a glass of milk.
In sign language.
This involves miming milking a cow.
The whole bar is so stunned by this that he does not immediately die.”