Along with being a
keyboard player, he also has a novel to his credit,
Surreal Numbers. It's about a couple of nice
Stanford-like
math majors , Alice (the
left-brained one) and Bill (the
right-brained one), castaways in the
Seychilles, who work on abstruse ramifications of
Conway's mathematical logic, in between discussing
life,
God,
morality, and other subjects. Oh, yes, and
they have sex like crazed weasels, (mostly) off-stage.
This puckishness (plus his propensity towards exhibitionism) expresses itself even in his more recent books, where his standard author photograph shows him displaying his outsized organ.