Thigh high in a mulch of lubricants, even Redi-Whip, The Crazy Ladies are four young women emancipated by the pill, positioned in places such as a cold kitchen sink, dressed in vinyl jumpsuits and mini-zip shifts, and for most of the action (the operative word) undressed and appearing only in their falls and Frivolashes. They are Simone, a garment center model for David Swern, a middleaged man who is involved with a fashion writer, Lou, who works for the same paper as does Peter who is bored with the mammary equipment of his wife Beverly, who is also a good friend of Anita who is hooked on a co-airline pilot, Jack Bailey, while at one point Simone and Anita and Beverly are serviced by a clinical psychologist called Robert Fingerhood who may be the freakiest of all. The author has a startling knowledge of New York City haunts, fashionable accessories and pharmaceutical appliances which may be an initial eyeopener. But before long the Frivolashes droop in utter ennui. One suspects that Miss Elbert could have written a better book which makes this attempt to schlock-it-to-em all the more reprehensible.