Such promise - such disappointment. I really enjoyed this dystopian novel until the final 60 pages, the final 60 pages that weren't written. It was as if Michael Tolkin had, himself, succumbed to the NK3 virus and forgot to write the ending. So many pillars on which this story rested were never explained. Is it too much for a reader to ask that the author devote as much thought and time to the ending as he has marvelously displayed at the beginning and middle? Tolkin has been added to my "Never Read Another" list. My time is too valuable to waste on a story not finished.