"Reading [Wilson's] prose is like reading Kafka by strobe light between bouts of drunken unconsciousness . . . While nearly everything in the novel is couched as ironic, tongue-in-cheek, outrageous, or incongruous, occasional metafictional chapters interrupt and punctuate the action, showing that, in addition to being amusing, Wilson's work is just plain smart . . . Codename Prague is an experience in cinematic, sf grindhouse literature . . . The only rule here is: There are no rules. Codename Prague solidifies the claim Wilson has staked on the edge of science fiction where his scikungfi cantina offers quick shots of narrative mescal leaving the reader with a pleasant inebriated buzz followed by a memorable hangover."