This is a highly readable novel about the slipperiness of identity -- or at least of identity thieves. The trio of intertwining narratives is compellingly written, punctuated with ruminations about how we invent ourselves, how one persona is as valid or invalid as the next, and so on. The fact that so many of the characters turn out to be soulless criminals robs the story of some of its philosophical beauty. At times, with its noirish feel and R-rated violence, the book seems to have been written with an eye toward a movie adaptation. And there is some trendy-sounding phraseology ("back in the day" makes at least three appearances). But often the prose is careful and even artful, the depictions of the characters' inner lives are insightful and nuanced, and the story hums along nicely.