Oedipa Maas, a confused child of the sixties, stumbles upon what may or may not be a centuries-old conspiracy, after being named executrix of her wealthy, eccentric former lover's estate. Is she seeing glimpses of a real but previously hidden reality, is she descending into paranioa and madness, or is she part of a practical joke? She has no way of knowing, and neither do we.

This work is a translation of 49 idzie pod młotek.