That's the imagined name ex-violinist Peter Stern gives to the 35 year-old Ph.D. manque with two kids and a doctor husband...

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THUNDER LA BOOM

That's the imagined name ex-violinist Peter Stern gives to the 35 year-old Ph.D. manque with two kids and a doctor husband who for the sake of self-actualization and contact with the seamier side of life becomes a topless (and bottomless) dancer in a sleazy club in San Jose. As for Peter, he is in his early twenties, a classical dropout on the way to find his brother in Alaska (after failing to find his long lost mother in Mexico), desperately in need of connections with anyone, even the bouncers and barmaids and ladies who undress for the titillation of rednecks and escaping bourgeois husbands in Obie's Globe-a-Go-Go dub several times nightly on their way to nowhere. It's Peter's search for love and/or motherhood that more or less coheres this loosely arranged melange of incidents that give a sharp, humorous, if somewhat sentimental rendition of a world that attracts by the very semi-slime it repels, written by a perceptive former practitioner of the art of twirling one's clit in the face of both men and morality.

Pub Date: Jan. 10, 1973

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Viking

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1973