Just call Eastlake Poor Willie One-Joke, the joke being anachronism and the subject being the American Revolution--which will no doubt survive this ""Tricentennial Novel."" (Ha) As editor ""Poxey"" Poxe of the New Boston Times and assistant Gretchen (Miss Boston Massacre of 1775) float above Boston in a balloon--trying to out-scoop Scoop Jackson of the Globe--the War begins because both sides want to get out of going to a poetry reading at Harvard. The rest of the consciousness-raising Times staff, when not tossing down potent Colonial Big Sweet Mama Shake-Ups, covers the action at Lexington and Concord on transport provided by Hurtz Rent-a-Horse. (Ha Ha) The big problem for the Patriots is their lack of uniforms; the big problem for the British is the arrival of philandering General Gage's wife (""Gage is a lousy lay""). (Ha Ha Ha) Enter the Colonial Bureau of Investigation, the BCIA, Howard Johnson and his horse-tels, Nathan Hale (""My only regret is that I am not Jewish""), a Boston publisher (""For a small man, Little Brown is tough""), and G. Washington, who is ""not interested at all in sex at this point in time."" Mobile homes, the Mary Baker Greenberg Church of Jewish Scientists, sociology (""Have you noticed since Lord Levitt, all the houses look the same?"") and literary occasions: ""What are you going to call your book, Melville?"" "" Something Dick."" ""What about Big Dick?"" What indeed.