Title: A poor man's Pynchon
Product review: I hate to swim against the tide here, but this is a book for real intellectual lightweights. The book has fun passages but as a work is about as profoundly simple as they get. The question of whether reality is an illusion and consciousness a disease has been handled with much more erudition by better, funnier authors. As far as pure satire goes, try Douglas Adams first - he's funnier and less pretentious. If you're in that 'atheist/modernist/whateverist' school of thought, Pynchon answers this question much better in his novels (and he came up with the 'KCUF' joke first).And if you found the seventh grade epistemology in this book profound, well, you probably also thought 'The Matrix' was intellectual.In a bigger sense Umberto Eco solved the problem this trilogy asks in a much more profound and interesting opus, 'Foucault's Pendulum.' The difference? In 'Pendulum', the conspirator is the insane one.
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