“To read it is to enter a parallel universe somewhere between the worlds of myth and mammon.”

—Entertainment Weekly

“A fantasy that capers between atavistic ritual and inspired slapstick.”

—Time magazine

“Even as we laugh at the novel’s absurdity, at its brutal, skewering and amplified portrait of fraternity run amok, its madness rings both sad and disarmingly true.”

—Chicago Tribune

About the Author

DONALD ANTRIM is a regular contributor to The New Yorker, and he has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation, and the New York Public Library. He lives in New York City.