You can't even make out what IT is in this self-consciously socially-conscious story that's hard to follow and hardly, worth trying to. It's about a boy of seventeen who (the author announces) bears a hero's name--Paul Guevara. A Mexican name that is, and a confused Mexican-American identity that a trinity of powers is making demands on: his father insisting that the family be American and proud of it, the revolutionaries anxious that Paul join them in leading a high school demonstration to prove. . . something, and the Russian Jewish girlfriend who loves him for who he is? And there's a teacher in charge of the Spanish Club sponsoring Paul's first trip south of the California border, and the chicano principal who meets Paul's strikers' demands; also some confrontation with personal value-hierarchies, and a bullet at the end. Worse than nada.