A semi-historical novel of the forties, fifties and sixties, narrated by the main character, one, John J. Rosko, the 1st., who, seeing life in this world as not much to crow about, trades it in for life in the next. Not finding his newly acquired surroundings anymore exhilarating than the previously mentioned affliction, he then bargains back for the former on the mistaken assumption that constant movement implies progress. In between his frenetic boomeranging, he finds, if not a multitude of sins, at least an interesting compilation of amusing transgressions. Discovering belatedly, that neither was ever going to be to his liking, he lays down the sword, and falls on his shield. Not exactly a comedy, but comedic.