Well, the gang's all here in this pseudo mystic, pseudo religious, pretentious tale of young New Yorkers on the town. His name was Paul James Carey and he gave up his nebbish, I-think-I'll-take-me-to-a-seminary existence in Minneapolis to come to the mecca of Manhattan. Needing food for his poetic thought, he lands a job as an editor of Bolts, a local hardware magazine; needing companionship, he finds a nice Jewish roommate and friends: Andy, whose rococo existence takes them to rococo parties; Tinker who is ""fulsomely rococo""; and Tut who is ""superior rococo."" Tut runs Heresy House where he gives heretical parties representing himself as a ""Savior of the present day""--""For as surely as Christ saved sinners, I will save sinners from Christ."" Tut disappears on the third day. And then there's Krista, a vision in green, and a romance that blossoms into a three year correspondence after she returns home. Carey eventually pursues her in person but he cannot stop her from going to Mexico to save the natives. Nor can he stop Beth from bedhopping, get Andy to confession or end Tut's maddening influence. Carey, in short, isreally a nebbish after all. And as for the company he keeps? Holly Golightly would never have approved, or even been interested.