Our narrator is the brooding runt of a political dynasty known as The Family. Always a little tipsy, he is thoughtful but has trouble expressing himself, thanks to his many physical defects as a result of inbreeding. It is fall 1988 and his father, Poppy, is about to be appointed Prez of The Homeland. Desperate to fill air time at the advent of a 24-hour news cycle, even our narrator is suddenly of interest to The Media. The Family is forced to hide him away in one of its secret hideouts, an estate he recalls fondly from his childhood. Moody over a love triangle, our narrator gets lost wandering the mansion’s long halls. He cloisters himself deep under the estate and constructs a tomb out of soup cans. Here he gets to work to correct the popular mythology that he is his mother’s favorite son. His oldest brother is already tapped to be Prez. And maybe even the next brother after that. Unwittingly our narrator reveals the backstory of how The Family achieved such power, including its role in 11/22/63 and Watergate. And he lets slip some of The Family’s big plans for The Homeland . . .