From an ‘astonishing’ writer (Toni Morrison), the savagely funny story of the couple who unexpectedly enter into some money inside a wealth-obsessed America deranged by Mammon.

A handbag of money drops out of the sky, literally, in to the path of the cash-starved citizen named Graveyard. He carries it house to his wife, Ambience, and they embark on the adventure of their lives, finally in a position to have everything they’ve usually believed they deserved: cars, guns, games, jewels, clothes — and undoubtedly sex, travel, about Processed Mozzarella cheese: A Novel and time with friends and family. There is no limit except their imagination and the hours in your day, and even those seem to be at the mercy of their control.

Of course, who owns the bag is looking for it, and will do whatever is necessary to get it back. And, obviously, these new riches modify everything — and almost nothing.

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