As James P. Wohl, this aggressive but ineffectual fantasizer gave us The Nirvana Contracts (p. 1014), and again the format is some boo-hah government secret unmasked by a supposedly wisecracking, supposedly sexy, definitely Jewish hero. He's called Talon this time, a CIA computer analyst in N.Y. whose job involves looking at satellite pictures of everywhere. He comes to suspect that the unchanging picture he keeps seeing of Nepal is an electronic fake--covering up some USNepalese naughtiness? And so he dredges up the truth (involving an ""override installation"" near D.C. and ""probably the biggest wholesale dope operation in the world""), but not before he's been hurt a lot and deprived of great sex by the murder of his latest pick-up. But cutesying all the way.