On Rick Moody's new novel, "The Four Fingers of Death"

So I’m reviewing Rick Moody’s new novel, The Four Fingers of Death, which, after a rocky start, is turning out to be a fun read. A couple quick observations: It’s 700 plus pages, as in Infinite Jest long long long. It’s wacky and rife with high Postmodern hijinks, like a cross between Wall-E and Stephen King’s The Stand, with a dash of Mark Leyner’s The Tetherballs of Bouganville (1997), an underrated gem. Much of it’s about Mars, but the end involves a killer virus and a crawling hand. I think it will get a lot of attention soon.