Fiction. At this point in his lectures, Seth always made a fist and raised it high and yelled, All Power to the People! He could not do it here outside this elegant restaurant, though, under the canopy of La Gravure; it would look as if he were hailing a taxi, and there was one already there. Is Jose Yglesias's novel an ambivalent meditation on political idealism? Or a caustic satire on sexual hedonism, elitist vanity, and left-wing folly? Stylistic assurance and narrative economy -- Kirkus Reviews.