'If James Joyce had rewritten The Tempest as an episode of Fawlty Towers, tossing in some gunplay and a duffle full of stolen drug money, he might've approximated Light House, but it still wouldn't've been as funny. What Mr. Monahan has created here is something we've been needing for a long time; a brilliantly savage modern satire which spares absolutely no one. It's sharper, nastier, and a helluva lot smarter and more literate than any contemporary novel has a right to be. ? ?Jim Knipfel, author of Slackjaw and Quitting the Nairobi TrioTim Picasso is a handsome young intellectual and frustrated painter. Turned down for an art fellowship (too heterosexual, not ethnic enough), his financial prospects dwindling, he finds himself accidentally involved in a drug deal. Resourcefully, he makes the drop but flees with the proceeds to the peaceful anonymity of the Admiral Benbow Inn. His fellow guests include an eccentric band of misfits: a bitter journalist from New York, with a personal vendetta against: a famous novelist who is there to give a fiction workshop, which is canceled--no one can make it through the storm, except (inexplicably): a Mafia don in pursuit of Tim and the missing cash, but distracted by both the innkeeper's philandering wife and: a cross-dressing contractor, who is restoring (and trapped in) the old lighthouse out at the point.Thus the stage is set for a weekend frolic of Seinfeldian coincidences, a theatrical series of mistaken identities, detours of sexual experimentation, and whiskey-soaked debates. Tempers and hormones flare with the storm. As the gale whips up, and waves crash through the windows of the billiard room, the unlikely stable of guests are forced to hunker down together to wait out the tempest. Full of wit and irony, Monahan's biting prose and artful storytelling leaves its impression long after the lighthouse has blown away.