The final novel by Donald Barthelme. The tale of King Arthur and his court during the darkest days of World War II. Or a meditation on war, morality and manners, monarchy, a properly-intoxicated citizenry, mediatruth, the use of Danish, and the negative effects of pre-natal Alban Berg operas. Or something. Plus a Grail-like thing ...should you choose to accept it. And Ezra Pound needs to shut the hell up.