content: Bereft of a truly original interpretation of the tragedy, Amis uses a single "neat" and "cool" idea, then writes an entire novel around it. Like much of Amis's other fiction (see, for example, his New Yorker story that reversed the roles of superficial screenwriters and deep-hearted poets), this book does not offer anything beyond its self-satisfied initial concept. Everything else is filler; it is not a compelling read. Amis is vastly overrated.