The reclusive and elusive Pope of Science Fiction was suddenly teleported to Bard College last Monday. Students bored with spoon-fed realism, heart-baring romanticism, and numerous unmentionable isms appeared eager to drink the ersatz intellectual cocktail offered by James Morrow. The ingredients of his heady brew remain a trade secret locked in a bank vault at State College, Pennsylvania, but some of the well-known toxic elements include massive dosages of Kurt Vonnegut, Joseph Conrad, Emmanuel Kant, Mark Twain, and the Bible, which has been known to be fatal to its day-dreaming addicts, especially those who have trouble understanding what a literary metaphor is and how it operates on the ganglia.