This book says more about the meaning of mankind than the Bible, the Bhagavad Gita, and The Hunt for Red October combined.
Lord Vishnu’s Love Handles: A Spy Novel (Sort of) has a plot so twisted that to encapsulate it without Clarke’s shrewd deadpan exposition is to rob it of its brusquely winsome charm... [Lord Vishnu’s Love Handles] is Capra by way of Vonnegut and Burroughs.
The novel somehow manages to be lightly comic and darkly dramatic at the same time. It’s a clever commentary on the whole frat scene, as well as an evocative exploration of some of the practical realities of being a ghost.
Giddy insouciance... The Worthy [will] win fans of readers who appreciate the absurd, the enthusiastically profane and the supremely satisfying idea that karma not only wins, it bites.