One of the many books set in the 'aftermath of the bombing', one might say. But no, because this is a rather psychedelic aftermath, to the point that you would think the fallout was massive doses of LSD. In this rather crazy world, where bananas are fluorescent, penguins are cannibalistic and zombies love to group dance, the protagonist travels around the United States in search of gastronomic delights and the answer to one question: why did the bomb fall? At a certain point in his journey, the protagonist meets a strange mutant, with poisonous blood and a convinced pacifist, and Zoe, a girl for whom the sword comes before the word and who wants to kill the dictator of Dallas. In the end Henry gets the answer he's looking for, an answer that may be obvious, but that no one wants to hear, and decides that, after all, the things that really matter in the world are love and cheese. Especially cheese.
Hilarious, and as profound as only really funny books can be.