Six cartridges. Four Noble Truths and one maybe-monk. Luther plays the fiddle, the Colonel choking on his cigar and Rei has an itch she can't scratch. Everyone tryin' to stay in the zone. And don't even mention those goddamn chimps doin' that Elvis thing of theirs. Man in a Zen Ambulance propels the reader into a violent 1950s world of rockabilly, yakuza, temples and chrome-laden tail-finned cars.