Gwendalynn Anders, a mid western girl who's never seen the ocean, wonders what was in that joint she smoked a week before waking up on Elysiana and why it feels like the trip will last the entire summer of 1969.

Jack Halcyon, living atop an abandoned twenty-story hotel, wonders how he's able to ponder the incongruities of life after leaving a big chunk of his brain at the scene of an accident.

Borough Council President Norman Harlan wonders what cruel God put him on an equal footing with Avery Volpe, the fearsome captain of the beach patrol.

Twelve miles long and a mile wide, Elysiana is an island off the coast of New Jersey sitting astride the convergence of powerful fault lines, social, political, and existential. It's a place of beauty and insanity, shared by the angelic and profane, where cops, criminals, prodigies, and the promiscuous find themselves at the haphazard mercy of a lunatic providence.

Other players include a globe-trotting whiz kid, an Italo-Hispanic crime boss, a surfing aesthete and his vulgar roommate, a career car-stereo thief, and a seven-year-old girl who's probably spent too much time with the dead bodies in the dunes.

This is a story that could have only happened on the Jersey Shore during the summer of '69, a time when the social fabric was tearing apart, in a place where that fabric had never been very well knit together.

Elysiana is both a fabulist's look at a lost time and place and a hurtling thriller. It's a tale of two types of transition: the personal and the grand, all played out within the isolated magic of a barrier island.