A swollen romance set in Hong Kong, or call it A Farewell to the Sun Also Rises over Red China. The leading characters are Jake and Catherine (yes) -- and Ying (yes) -- and their overly tender tones (""I'm sorry, darling."" ""That's better,"" I whispered, ""like that."" ""Am I doing it right?"" ""You're doing it beautifully.""), not to mention situations and plot, are baldly lifted indeed. But it hardly matters. As escapist fiction, this story has the vacuum-power of a typhoon; exotic Hong Kong drips with horror, refuse and party slogans; and the 91 chapters of liquid outgo are carried forward by the alcoholic narrator, Jake, a British police officer who splits with his adulteress wife and takes up with Ying, a pretty Chinese Communist teacher. Despite their politically sensitive professions, the star-crossed lovers plan to marry when his divorce from Catherine comes through. But Catherine thinks she's had a rotten bad time of it without Jake and wants to return. Meanwhile, Ying is forced to become a spy against Jake to save her father. Throw in storms, gun battles, a tidal wave, junks, bars, whores, Red riots, and much breast-beating as the Sun bums over the parted lovers. A gale of a tale with meat-hook readability.