Аннотация

"A man sits in his car at the traffic-lights, waiting for them to go green." This may sound like a calm opening to a novel, but readers can be absolutely assured that the minute this man's distracted foot hits the accelerator, they will be off on a voyage of such imagination, a trip of such tart hilarity, a solipsistic sojourn of such universality that they will not draw breath until the man, Howard Baker, returns, so to speak, to earth at journey's end.
Howard finds himself checking into a great metropolis at the nerve center of the universe, where anything is possible. He can do anything he likes, from expressing himself in any language — and being understood — to flying and changing his age at will. It is a city of vast enjoyment, but one which also presents a real moral and intellectual challenge, and offers deeply satisfying possibilities for self-development and self-realization. In short, it is a city which is highly adapted to the requirements of a modest, responsible, likable, educated man of liberal views and genuine social concern called Howard Baker. It is the best holiday he has ever had, and it may turn out to be just he kind of place the reader is looking for himself.
After all, who among us has not tried to order the universe in his mind, right up to and including our very own God? Thanks to Michael Frayn's immeasurable powers of imagination, Howard Baker gets a chance that will be a landmark in celestial satire.
Relax and let Frayn-Baker be your Virgil to a world wildly conceived yet devastatingly recognizable — splendid, human, silly, and sad, where everyone will laugh at your jokes and your dress is always perfect and yet man's shoelaces turn out to be tied together after all.