Abstract
The poet Li Po has journeyed across the world and perhaps across centuries. When he comes across a bag of money in a downtown parking lot, we also meet the delinquent who lost the bag of money in the first place. The assemblage in Jack Hannan's first novel are driven by wordsmithery, trickery, and flights of such fancy for an instant, the signal comes in clearly, and we might all step into this world where anything is possible.