Poor Wilson cashed it in and never got the sort of recognition he deserved. Probably because of all that spooky Illuminati nonsense. That was not what the man was all about. ( )

For Robert Anton Wilson, this book is a little more straightforward. A distant relative of Habard Celine encounters yet another conspiracy. I know, that is a real shocker in an Illuminati book, not. One of those
'chance meetings in a tavern, now we have a fantasy adventure' type scenarios occur.

The interesting thing is that our conspiratorial protagonist
encounters Albert Einstein and James Joyce, and they attempt to put their intellects to the task of working out what is going on.

http://notfreesf.blogspot.com/2006/12/masks-of-illuminati-robert-anton-wilson.html ( )