Marc Diamond's new novel, Property (Coach House), belongs to the tour-de force class, and will appeal most to those who appreciate ts-d-f: the whole thing is three paragraphs long: a real typesetter's nightmare. The first paragraph occupies 123 pages; the second, one line; and the third, 30 pages. The plot is minimal: the narrator gets a letter complaining about the condition of the lawn on the property he owns out in London, Ontario. The narrator takes it from there, in an extended meditation-cum-rant, that, among many other things more or less hilariously realized, at least puts London, Ontario on the literary map in a way that—who knows?—perhaps it deserves to be put. This book sports one of the very few green covers we have seen that actually works (it's pretty).