It is the Autumn of election year 2000, and scores of film-business strivers are focused on one goal - getting themselves connected to an elusive but potentially huge television saga, one that opens with Huns sweeping through Mongolia and closes with a Mormon in the Las Vegas desert; a sure-to-please-everyone, multi-generational TV mini-series about diviners, those miracle workers who bring water to perpetually thirsty (and hungry and love-starved) humankind. Among the wannabees: Vanessa Meandro, hot-tempered head of an indie film company; her harried and varied staff; a Sikh cab driver; a bi-polar bicycle messenger; the Vanderbilt girls; a thriller writer who gives Botox parties; a CEO of network programming whose daughter is Vanessa's donut gofer; and a supreme court justice who wants to write the script. The Diviners is a cautionary tale about pointless ambition; a richly detailed look at the interlocking worlds of money, politics, addiction, sex, work, and family in modern America; and a masterpiece of comedy that will bring Rick Moody to a still higher level of appreciation.