How appropriate to finish this audio book/novel on April Fool’s Day because Dyer is a brilliant writer who often fools his readers, but pleasantly so.  Sparkling wit, laugh out loud visual humor, rich and luscious language are characteristics of his non-fiction as well as this his first novel that I’ve read.  From the play on words in the title to the final line of Jeff’s dissolution into nothingness in the Indian death capital, Varanasi, Dyer keeps the reader off balance and waiting for the next extra-ordinary happening.  From the Biennale in Venice where Jeff Antman, a Brit who writes free lance articles about art, lurches from exhibit to party filled with Bellinis until he falls in love successfully with Laura, an LA gallerista to Varanasi, where Antman slowly but surely disappears into an unshaven, dhoti wearing, Ganges swimming holy man who chants Ganuna, to honor the newest Hindu god carried in the pouch of a kangaroo, Dyer is at his brilliant best in highlighting the ludicrous futility of life and the endless variety of fate’s humorous plans for us.   Eager to move on to his non-fiction book about art.