Alison Poole, 20, a new Manhattaner from Virginia, psychotropically accelerated, sexually needy, contemptuous of condoms, careless of Aids. She and her girlfriends like penises and swap notes, affecting vast experience and betraying their youthfulness . . .
Blow by blow, Jay McInerney tells her story and it's fast and sharp, like a newly synthesised stimulant, racing with high-density vernacular speed and with more sex and cocaine fuelled confessions from the Big Apple, yuppie junk bond debates, brattish rich kids and emotional casualties drowing in a hot tub of sex, sin and apathy.
