A book that delights in sheer anarchy. Just look at how it begins: "Uncle is an elephant. He's immensely rich, and he's a BA. He dresses well, generally in a purple dressing-gown, and often rides about on a traction engine, which he prefers to a car." And after this paragraph, the novel gets strange. Hilarious and original and, well, it's a shame it's out of print save in a snooty NYR of Books edition.