I found Gods Without Men to be a lovely and moving reflection on our search for meaning, and the difficulty of finding any clear answers when we search for the unknown. Told from the perspective of many characters in three different centuries, the story moves around a place in the desert that may or may not be the source of something other-wordly. Kunzru raises a lot of questions without answering them, but I still felt guided by a sure authorial hand. This is post-modernism at its best, fractured and daring without being pretentious or self-involved.