Caddie Esoterica is not a novel in the dildo style: its color and shape do not make obvious the senses it would stimulate, nor its intended mode of use.
To the New Ur Country Club, on unenchanted Corpus Elvi Island, arrives Carl, a caddie, to record his passage through this strangest of seasons. Carl stands witness to rain, rape, horrific bunker play, and a great caddie effort to win and bury the body of a fallen friend. Autumn is denied. Following summer comes a super-tropical season: wood and wild reclaim the course, and golf devolves to survival bloodsport.
Irreverent and comedic, crazed and lucid, lofty and lowly: from the shadowland between madness and genius comes Caddie Esoterica, a fractal seaspray of style, theme, texture and tone, and unlike any novel you will ever read.
It will leave you gasping like a lungfish in the muck.
**** (highest rating) invectively inventive, laconically iconoclastic. Gaddis meets Borges, breaks his glasses and steals his wallet.
A semiotic tour-de-force for the post-Derrida lifeworld. Read it and be beautiful.