According to the dust jacket, this book should be "a razor-sharp, ridiculously funny and utterly touching story of a son searching for his father . . . through quantum space-time." Unfortunately it actually is little more than experimental, self-referential, metaphysical twaddle.

The best things about this book are the title and the cover art. The book itself reads like the writers behind Wesley Crusher's, from ST:TNG, techno-babble dialogue got high on speed and LCD simultaneously while feeling sorry for themselves.