Seventh
novel by
Tom Robbins. Tells the
story of a
CIA agent who is
cursed to never touch the
earth, leaving him to move about in a
wheelchair or occasionally on
stilts, and his
quest to lift the
curse. From the
dust jacket:
Switters is a contradiction for all seasons: an anarchist who works for the government, a pacifist who carries a gun, a vegetarian who sops up ham gravy, a cyberwhiz who hates computers, a robust bon vivant who can be as squeamish as any fop, a man who, though obsessed with the preservation of innocence, is aching to deflower his high-school-age stepsister (only to become equally enamored of a nun ten years his senior).
Yet there is nothing remotely wishy-washy about Switters. He doesn't merely pack a pistol. He is a pistol.
Fans of
Tom Robbins will
recognize this
feeble attempt at
condensation as being
woefully
inadequate.