A quondam Easthampton caterer takes a snide swipe at the rich. But from a distance so great that his blows fall far short of his mark, and merely seem envious. He calls his subjects the ""Clout Crowd""--""cc's"" for short--and most of this is made up of lists of things desirable to them: where they get their hair done, where they get their faces lifted, where they eat, where they go to dry out (Silver Hill), even where they buy their linens (Artisanat Libanais, Beirut). A chapter entitled ""What's Happened to Society"" gives us society's municipal pecking order: ""New York, Philadelphia, Boston, and San Francisco, in that stripe of importance."" Who owns a turbojet and which foundation was endowed by what family are all grist for Greene's two-bit mill. Phpht.