THE SURFACE OF FEMALES a.k.a. THE SINGLE CITADEL OF EVERY GIRL CALLED SASHA is a cure for both fiction and poetry simultaneously, a luminous pagan comedy grimoire in which an infamously magical and single bus stop court juggler, the allegedly sexy Peter Paul George Glastonbury, is an enslaved obscured sage who does, even with kid and/or kids and affairs, including one with Satan's and/or Santa's girlfriend, find times anyways to play an unusually enchanted 'jester or exorcist' tennis in or on Berkeley, Moscow, Australasia, mostly on Berkeley, squirrel clusters and a big creepy narrator in tow, toga, towels, retyping Glastonbury's bloody wet notes as only he and a demonically possessed log cabin keyboard could. Robert Glück, Michelle Foucault's favorite writer some days, calls THE SURFACE OF FEMALES his equal favorite thing in literature, "beyond criticism, at least by me ... [The Congratulations Rats] and Gertrude Stein." Revered novelist Tantra Bensko calls it "important" and "passionately beautiful." One potent opposite of terrorism, The Congratulations Rats are (or is) an evolutionary Aphex Twin or Mozart of World English.