A surprisingly quaint novel about a guy in L. A., living the Hollywood dream. To our knowledge the only TC book that takes the time to X@ out its dirty words, and even includes such Hemingway-esque phrases as "unprintable." Still, the author meant well, as, in a contrived "read this" scene, he works in knowledge of titles like Deveraux's Venus In India, Autobiography of a Flea and The Debauched Hospodar.
Reading this, you can almost picture the typist sitting at his desk, with a pile of misnomered Collector's Publications at hand, trying to make a go of it. Too bad he was stuck with the Brandon House guidelines. There are trampolines.