"Personally, being Jewish is just an advanced case of being human, and being human may be a personal disease that's run its course." This novel by one of the most significant writers and editors of post modern fiction explores what it means to be human in an often-inhumane world. The book is structured very loosely after the Bible, with chapter names like Genes, Exode, Umbilicus, Numbers and Autonomy. Sukenick employs graphic symbols, transcripts of tape recordings and other metafictional techniques, but this is primarily a thinly veiled autobiography for the first 200 pages. His tales of womanizing and debauchery support his claim that "Freud didn't invent the id, he just dropped the Y," but this book is far more than a drunken roll in the literary hay. To paraphrase an old rye bread ad, you don't have to be Jewish or postmodern to love Mosaic Man." - Library Journal