Manhattan, some few decades into the future. There are snows in August. The New York Times puts out double editions, one of them “war-free’’ for its more financially high-minded readers. And a fabulous tiger two stories high stalks the streets demolishing buildings, ostensibly at random, though they just happen to occupy properties coveted by one or another well-connected, real estate group.
So, not really at random; nor is “Chronic City,’’ Jonathan Lethem’s swirl of a novel, really about the future. It is, like Anthony Trollope’s “How We Live Now,’’ the sharply observed evisceration of a present manipulated and corrupted by money and power. In place of Trollope’s realism, which places certain constraints on the writer, Lethem has chosen to adopt a free-form, mythical style, not always fortunately.