This author is on a roll. I’d put this novel alongside Telex From Cuba, in second place, and, with it, breathing hard down the neck of Flamethrower for first in the writer’s oeuvre. It takes a bit of time before the true subject of the book becomes clear, a tapestry of cavemen, anarchists, rural France and a hired agent provocateur that becomes a meditation on one’s place in history and significance in the universe.