Dead Hand Control

One test that I always give a novel is the "100 page test." If the novel has not sparked my interest by 100 pages, I throw it across the room and send it to Goodwill or the Salvation Army. Unfortunately, since this was a book club selection, I had to forego execution of the test and trudge on with continued reading.

The only real benefit I got from the book was that I may now know how Bob Dole was able to snag Elizabeth Dole. Other than that, I found nothing useful from reading; it was not even entertaining.

I understand that there may be some literary value to the book, however I am ill-equipped to not only speak of it, but also to understand it. If it is not a good story - it is not a good book.

The only character that I could identify with was the grandfather because I wished I would have been able to kill myself at the same time.

The broken Uklish of Tasha was cute for one chapter, and it reminded me of those Dan Akroyd and Steve Martin skits on SNL, but by the third chapter the Uklish became annoying, and by the middle of the book it seemed like I was watching a perpetual skit of the "Wild and Crazy Guys."

If you have to guess at what the main plot of the story is, then I think the author has not done his job. This novel seemed to typify postmodernism to a tee, in that it was all over the place and did not provide any explanations or closure.

Additionally, the author presupposes that the Holocaust actually happened.