Archer's crossing Book

Bringing the whole bag of weird and eerie goodies back into the Eighteenth Century, which means identity slippage and evaporation, heated sexual trysts with hierarchies of dominance and submission that dematerialize under close or extended observation, powerplays and pursuits, ghostly resonances that emerge like flickering fireflies to wreak their time-enchained destinies upon semen-sown reincarnations, and'most excellently of all'working in Mr. Deist himself, Thomas Jefferson, Founding Father and a Whole Heaping Pile of All Fucking That, and his tricky dickwork with domestic slave Sally Hemings, a heated racial love affair that casts glistening motes in other's eyes and sets events to glide along the pathways of Erickson's surreal myth-making with deftly enigmatic wordsmithing. One of the strangest of the author's moirescapes, all world-shimmery, time-slippery rippling that spreads its inky tendrils into the stories that abut it in both their composition and their setting.