I just finished reading The Illuminatus Triology by Robert Anton Wilson. It's a wild, wild book that was written in the mid-seventies, probably under the influence of heavy drugs. The whole premise, if you can ever possibly sum it up in a sentence, is that there isn't one secret society trying to control the world, but there are actually several at odds with each other. The author ties together real events, made-up events, Cthulu Mythos, sex, drugs, and politics to get the story moving. My first 250 or so pages into the book, I thought that it would be the best book I've ever read if it could keep up the pace.

Now that I have finished it - it'll take me months to figure out what just happened.

Hail Discordia!