You put me in mind of a funny one...
A priest, a minister, and a rabbi walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Is this some kind of joke?"
Ha ha.
But seriously, the book sounds neat. Is it in print in America?
"Egos drone and pose alone, Like black balloons, all banged and blown
On a backwards river the infidels shiver in the stench of belief.
And tell my mama I'm a hundred years late; I'm over the rails and out of the race
The crippled songs of an age that won't thaw are ringing in my ears"
-Beck