A quirky read from an author new to me, but not for long. I read this whole book on a flight from Chicago to San Francisco. My laughing out loud had passangers & flight crew looking at me like I was some crazy woman.

I've been going aroung for days saying "Lo mein" out loud and laughing to my self. My husband read it as soon as I finished, and he's also "lo mein-ing all over the place.

If you've even thought about what makes a person creative or a genius, this book will give you plenty of food for thought.

I don't want to give away the plot, but let me say the premise, as clever as it is, will offend some people. Suspend belief and enjoy it for the good story it is.

And if you guess the ending, I'll eat this review. It sure caught me by surprise.

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Did you read that whole excerpt? It doesn't get any better than that.

But so what if he has little imagination to speak of, has a poor regard for humanity, and can't write his way out of a paper bag, Eringer's selling millions of his own books with the help of influential friends in the business while other people crash and burn like the Mars explorer. That's just the way things work out for some guys born into rich and influential families.

As you'll never be given those sorts of considerations and leg up, you're best to forget all that. Here is another major action-packed adventure from Master Spy Eringer that really has the bland leading the bland. A tale of intrigue that will get any chairbound executive to wiggling in his seat. A hot serving of espionage that will lightly toast white bread anywhere slightly MidWest of a Minneapolis supperclub. This stuff sounds so right-on that you know anyone who writes a positive review will be contacted by the CIA for possible recruitment.

Actually, this publication is part of Eringer's secret mission -- a concerted "psy-op". The Eringer series is designed to confuse and instill fear into the hearts and minds of real-life agents, spies, and arms dealers throughout the suburbs of Belair, Beverly Hills, and Hollywood so that they'll co-operate. The clues and coded references are as lightly peppered throughout Eringer's series of books as in any single copy of Variety.

The "Parallel Truths" are "Monaco" and "billionaire nuclear arms smuggler" = "Arnon Milchan" and "movie producer". But dare, if you do, to mix that with the earlier book "Lo Mein". If you're at all hip to the ways spy books are engineered to make you want to turn a page, you'll just naturally ask yourself which of Arnon's best business friends and trader of inside information was raised only on Chinese food in New Jersey and oh wow, you can bet this Eringer guy really knows what he's doing. He's messing with their minds. Have no doubt, these bad guys cooperate.

But wait! This is deep stuff. "Lo Mein" is also a sometimes very soggy noodle. "Lo Mein" is also the name of an Eringer book that contains but one, just one, and only one joke throughout the whole book, and some people think that book is so clever and funny they want to keep the funny secret to themselves and don't dare reveal the joke. The big joke is [I hope I don't spoil it for those who haven't read Lo Mein] that spaghetti actually comes from China and most people think it's an Italian dish and so, you see, Eringer thinks the public has "soggy noodles" -- they're eating something every single day and don't know where it comes from. Think of that. Man, that Eringer is like a creative genius or something. Soon to be a major motion picture and television series. Soundtrack on Disney.

Can't wait for the upcoming book and lecture tour for "Spookaroonie" co-hosted by Claire George, no doubt scheduled for kickoff around Halloween. Also avidly awaiting Eringer's logical sequel, "Hung Chow".

Eringer's books occasionally have a three-syllable word that tells you he is intelligent and that if you know the meaning without looking that big long word up, you are intelligent, too. Eringer's books are designed to be read and enjoyed not just by Stepford Wives, Scientologists, and squareballs everywhere, but by regular people who watch 11-16 hours of television a day, believe what they see in Hollywood movies, and count a once-in-a-lifetime trip to the circus or Disneyland as the absolute height of life's experience. You know who you are.

Jay Sandek is hired for a job by his former employer, the CIA, to find a way to get Markham Fitch, a billionaire who is in sanctuary in Switzerland, to a place where he can be arrested. The methods used by Sandek are somewhat out of the CIA's area of legality. The quirky characters and odd the mannerisms of these characters, gave this novel a humorous edge. I see Sandek and his favorite drink, Corona, no lime, return for another adventure. Overall it was an enjoyable read, and quick.

Recommended.