Post and Herrick crossed the concrete floor , the color of old dirt . They passed under a row of electric fans suspended from the ceiling , floating in fixed silence , awaiting the heat of summer . Herrick pushed open a thick wooden ...
So begins T. Coraghessan Boyle's wickedly comic look at turn-of-the-century fanatics in search of the magic pill to prolong their lives--or the profit to be had from manufacturing it.