Jarleth Prendergast is an ex-pat Irishman, an aging punk rocker, a film snob, a copy-shop employee, a dime-store intellectual, and a truly desperate man. His marriage is in pieces and his career as an avant-garde claymation artist is heading nowhere. As the book opens, he receives a letter from Irish lawyer Sean Reynolds about an inheritance from his Aunt Lucy and promptly falls into fits of delusion as hilarious as they are utterly pathetic. Certain beyond reason that this qcash fuel injectionq will turn his life around, Jarleth enters on a course of rampant self-destruction, narrating it all in his head to his new best friend: Sean, the Irish lawyer. As things begin to fall apart, and the money continues to be delayed, he grows increasingly obsessed with his past - the sad comedy his life has been - until a series of chance encounters sends him on a final, apocalyptic mission.... a huge caveman club studded with rusty nails and barbed wire and then with gallons of innocent childa#39;s blood trickling down the walls ... sure she had a horse and a Jeep Cherokee and holidays in the S. of France and jetskis ballet lessons a cool Toshiba sound system ... a pupil of Rimsky-Korsikov would come to the house once a week to show her how to rock the 88s - ita#39;s laughable really when I thinkanbsp;...