What a guy, what a loss when he chacked-out way too early. It seems that there were only two things he was unable to do. One was to evade the laws of Nature -- physics and human mortality resulting in that fatal car-wreck. The other was to write a novel. I am sure that I am not alone in having picked up this book hoping for the high-level zaniness that infused all his TV work. Forget it. ZOOMAR is a plodding, self-conscious, and utterly unmemorable attempt at satire of TV and the culture in which it was so poisonously busy. Too bad. I much prefer to remember Miklos Molnar, Percy Dovetonsils, and the rest. ( )