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The piece has its Sargasso Seas, though. When it bogs down in meta-theatrical reflection or overly goofy vaudeville irony, one can wonder how novel its territory really is. Could the disjunctive spirit and retro-techno fetishism be albatrosses, dooming Radiohole and their confreres to repeat the same story endlessly? The best moments of Fluke dispel such a question. Transforming themselves into strange blind fish with unblinking eyes, attempting to golf the white whale into submission, or simply discovering the cryptic beauty of Richard Flanagan's novel Gould's Book of Fish, the performers, like Melville before them, tap momentarily into an inexhaustible imaginary wealth.