And. . . the plot that melted too. Dann's near-future, things-falling-apart world is dominated by the Screamers, plague-induced telepathic psychotics who rush about in mobs destroying and killing--while subliminal artist Raymond Mantle is totally obsessed with finding his vanished sister-lover Josiane (a probable Screamer). In Italy, he's presented with a fake Josiane. In France, he's sometimes aided and sometimes hindered by girlfriend Joan, a member of a church that taps the Screamers' collective unconscious by contacting the brains of dead Screamers. Then, as things become ever more introverted, psychological, and disjointed, a couple of Dann's short stories are cobbled in: Joan and Mantle's old friend/enemy Carl (he alternately helps and betrays Mantle) go gambling for body parts; Joan and Mantle are rescued from a re-created, sinking Titanic as Carl apparently goes down with the ship. And finally matters proceed to a largely incomprehensible windup. Longwinded, intensely subjective, heavily symbolic: an obscure slog through a trackless psycho-jungle.