A bunch of characters board a train - they're a mix of people from different strata of soceity, they're a small cross-section of America, they're planning murder, suicide and heists, and it's all told in a strange syncopated style of blank-verse prose, like one long jazz improv. If it was Cormac Mcarthy or James Ellroy it'd be eaten up, but Grady remains borderline cult obscure despite creating one of the most iconic espionage characters of the seventies. Who may or may not also be on this train.