A sensual, maddening sci-fi saga set in the jungle. It's a story about a war of psychic powers - which is dumb, but no dumber than the usual betentacled aliens and dogfights in space. It's a story of drugs, madness and intrigue set both the jungles of Guatemala and the jungle of the human mind. It's an odd, rambling, and ultimately unsatisfying tale which tries to cover too much ground and turns weirder with each chapter: I made it to the end, but the rewards diminished as the pages flipped by. However, it's still a worthwhile read for those who like parrots, paranoia and purple prose. Like "Heart of Darkness" it's better read sitting sweaty in a too-hot bath under the shade of a potted cheeseplant, so you can nearly hear the croaking tree frogs and buzzing jungle flies. Now and again, there's a gem of a short story shining in the collage of exotic foliage, or maybe just a treat of writer's self indulgence, like the melvillesque, page-long sentence when the hero has his first vision of the fleshpots of the future California. Might appeal to fans of Ballard's "Drowned World".