Yerby's 27th novel crests the 50 million copy mark. Despite a repetitious, mouthy style, Yerby has improved since his last, the plotlessly apoplectic Tobias and the Angel This has a story. His youthful hero, Diego Fernandez, is a Marxist leftover from Hemingway and the Spanish Civil War, living in Paris. There he has accidentally murdered the Spanish consul, then blown up thirteen airline offices and embassies to cover his tracks, and now he must flee France. But he is assigned one last assassination which he must carry out with an aristocratic lady revolutionary, Ana Maria--a woman of murderously multiple and demented orgasms. Throughout, like Robert Jordan, he's given to incessant rhetoric: ""'Thou!' he howled almost aloud. 'Thou unsayable of all bad milk! It was not my fault! . . . I had no wish nor desire nor even will to kill thee even though thou hadst destroyed every certitude I had! Oh thou thing of evil cunning. Oh decadent cabron of a bourgeois. I this unto the milk of thy mother. I that upon the tomb of thy father. I--.'