Marlborough Street’s summary and first chapter are here. And here’s the cover, which maybe is OK:
I have to tell you that Marlborough Street is a pretty strange novel. It’s partially about the meaning of life (which, incidentally, I explain on the last page), but it’s also about the difference between the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees, and what it means to be a psychic. It’s a suspense/thriller/horror type of thing, but I also tried to make it funny. It all makes sense to me, but your mileage may vary.