The Sky Below is a book in two parts, the first one about the perfectly rational adventures of a quirky writer who graduates from writing obituaries to serving as a ghost writer for an aging writer of over-the-top romance novels. Very funny and offbeat. The second half or maybe the last third of the book takes place in a bizarre commune-like place where Malcolm X is a woman, the hero sheds his gayness, and extracts cancer out of his thigh. What? Why couldn’t we stay in crazy New York City with the romance novelist and the rich boyfriend?