Holocaust is pornogrammed along familiar lines: the President will be assassinated--by an Admiral and a psychiatrist, Stephen Van Birchard, who runs a successful Washington clinic but ""malfunctions"" at home in bed. With Maggi, quondam stripper, ""wife, life, spouse, louse, mouse, house."" The whole book associates freely since Maggi is having an affair, almost too distingue a word, with Hank Adams, former Vegas Casino owner (""Us, you and me. Like Chemistry."") They inform on the proposed killing but are not believed and pay the price. You shouldn't. It's lush, plush, slush. Written in sentences of one word-- four letters.