What will happen to George Smith? Mysteriously rich and desperately
lonely, George appears to be under attack from all quarters: his former
wife and four horrible children are suing to get his money; his
dipsomaniacal housekeeper is trying to arouse his carnal interest; his
secretary, the beautiful, blond Miss Thomson, will barely give him the
time of day. Making matters even worse are the threatening letters: Dear
Sir: Only for the moment are we saying nothing. Yours, etc., Present
Associates.
Despite such precautions as a two-inch-thick surgical steel door and a
bullet-proof limousine, Smith remains worried. So he undertakes to build
a giant mausoleum, complete with plumbing, in which to live. Hunter S.
Thompson called reading this book "like sitting down to an evening of
good whisky and mad laughter in a rare conversation somewhere on the
edge of reality."