A rich and young business executive working in Manhattan decides to take a trip across town to visit his barber. It is a day of protests in the streets and what was supposed to be a quick zip between two meetings ends up taking an entire day. Perfect, he conducts various meetings he had scheduled right inside his limo. As he trudges along towards his destination at a turtle’s pace, backed up in traffic, the world around him begins to collapse. The streets get crowded with protesters rioting against the powers that be.
A series of encounters, most of them allowing our main character to wax philosophical about the meaning of power, money, and luck. There is sex but it’s unspectacular. Everything is a waste. There is one man who wants to kill him. He tracks him down only to find it’s really another version of his self-hatred.
Overall nihilistic view of the power structures in place. It’s hard to tell whether he deserves his power, or if he inherited it. I personally think he earned it but doesn’t want it anymore but is unable to extricate himself from the “machine”. So he becomes what he hates, but tries to understand it… discovers psychosis. Very snappy dialog, with many a poetic turns of phrases. The kind of ruminations you recognize immediately as having a truth. Power sentences.
What’s impressive here is the writing as it is … but other than that, the structure is not engaging. Works as a great advertisement for the book. Another human imprint of high intellect. But too occult to be cracked. Beware before entering.