A huge tropical beach resort somewhere at the edge of the world—maybe Goa, maybe Bali—already after the Third World War. The beach becomes a scaled-down model of reality, slowly coming back to itself.
Here the information age ends (to show up with a smartphone is considered bad form), gold and silver are back in circulation—dinars and dirhams—and across the sand trudge poor souls like nazguls and bamms. And yes, before you is a spy novel—though that’s not the most important thing. What matters is that the book turned out to be very light, genuinely funny, and truly joyful.