I read Ishmael today. This book apparently came out in 1992, but I've been unaware of it until quite recently.

I guess you could technically call it a novel, but it's more of a polemic dressed up as a novel, starring a gorilla with projective telepathy. Really. It's ably summarized here.

Aside from some race-baiting, I found the book tolerably readable and posessed of a few worthwhile insights. But I'll have to leave that for another entry, because my battery is about to die and the baby is crying (my wife is out on her monthly book club night -- the book in question is Ishmael). More to come, perhaps.