The always highly literate Mr. Rathbone with his most congealing story to date grounded this time in more subliminal evil and extending beyond the mystery genre. Louis ""King"" Fisher, a very sick messiah and author of The Fuck Haters, comes to England where he is seen exerting his ""totally go"" personality on a colleague, Mark, and his sister Nadia (they all share each other). Fisher is also seen producing Timon of Athens and lecturing on Lord of the Flies; the latter work particularly destroys for Fisher any possible redemption of humanity and he goes off, with Nadia and Mark, to a little valley in the Spanish mountains where he hopes not to save mankind but his own skin, a very thin tegument for the soul that is not there. He's his own survival kit and the Robinson Gruesome life they lead proceeds to the ultimate barbarism. Rathbone cleverly misreads a good many concepts re civilization and the last untrammeled man to implement the horror of it all.