A satirical novel by Stanley Elkin.
Ben Flesh inherits an unusual deathbed request: the prime interest rate. This wildly comic, energetic, and virtuoso novel surveys the sordid American scene with an eye that reflects the chaos of our society with a brilliance and clarity seldom encountered. As William Gass writes in his foreword, "Elkin composes a song from the clutter of the country, a chant out of that 'cargo of crap' that comprises our culture..." This is vintage Elkin, America made Flesh through a hero who can't see the forest for the picnic tables and through a tale whose central metaphor is the franchise, that self-replicating mechanism that has sanitized and saturated our landscape.