King Ahab's Feast is a rebelodrama in the semi- serious vein of John Huson's action movies a decade ago. The time is now, with a fictitious Caribbean Island people (of quasi-Haitian ethnic), during the great fiesta honoring the birthday of dictator Cesar Alejandro Carillo Ahab. Carillo's flesh-and-bloody regime has lasted over 35 years, but reduced him to an insanity of loneliness. Slobberingly obese, he fears assassination, personally likes to execute his ene, and indulges in nude parties with high school girls. The plot breaks down into a timetable of the events leading up to an apparently successful bomb plot against him. All of the characters are well-rounded, with caviar and Madeira and with insights scattered on the gunsights. Essentially hokum, the tale unfolds with such sure sense of character, a camera-dancing point of view, and sometimes leaping prose, that few readers will feel cheated when they finally discover that the book is simply a very brilliant, gun-in-cheek entertainment. Highly adroit, in living printer's ink.