Can utopia be established in a world where memories have veracity? Why do we cling to our memories when they are so effective in undermining security and happiness? Is everything bad in the world really leading civilization to the "perfect present?"

Amidst all the talking heads blabbering about the "real" intentions of Occupy Wall Street, this is a book guaranteed to unsettle for its reader the lazy political distinctions that the corporatist play by play news analysts bandy about these days.

A real blast of a read. Very engrossing and mind-bending--but in a very accessible way. I've enjoyed all three of Mullen's novels, but this is his best. The epitome of a "good read"--well-crafted, thought provoking, timely--and ultimately the reader can't help but be co-opted into the paranoia and uncertainty that envelops all the characters. It's not clear that the end is really all that satisfying, but it's also not really clear what could satisfy the protagonists or the reader at the end of this wonderfully convoluted and artfully unstable piece of (science?) fiction.

Implausible? In the end, it's just not clear...