Title: X-Files on acid.
Product review: The Illuminatus! Trilogy will leave you hopelessly groping for the floor of the room with the trap door that you were just sitting in. You really don't know what to beleive after a while and this just sets the scene for the next 500 pages. Generous portions of surreal humour and eroticism are incorporated neatly into a plot circumventing common perceptions of reality. On the odd occasion I had to pinch the book to make sure it wasn't dreaming. The mix between far out drug induced dialogues and intelligent manipulation of history leaves the mind with a fresh sense of what reality isn't.
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