MUTCD (the AASHO's second outing), is a haunting, surreal picaresque through the twentieth century as seen through the eyes of a young yield sign who is swept up in events far beyond his control. At the macroscopic level, it is tragic tale of the loss of cultural identity many traffic control devices felt during the Great Standardization of the 1930's, and the problems surrounding their general assimilation into mainstream society. Some parts lag, especially sections on pavement markings and highway signage. Nevertheless the climax of the work alone, set during the bloody coup of the Crossing-Guard syndicate, makes this long, challenging book worth your time. An author's second novel is always the most difficult, but the Department of Transportation eludes the sophmore slump, and serves up a work that leaves us lying prostrate, under the bed, begging for just one more another lick of her nylons, or perhaps the light caress of Wanda's riding crop. But no, there is only a coldcruel hatred in her eyes, and sewn here in this wolf's skin, it fairly difficult to imagine getting out of this place anytime soon.