More than the invocation ""Listen, My Dear Reader, My Fine Punk Asshole, My Lovely Hypocrite"" will tune you into an earlier...

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More than the invocation ""Listen, My Dear Reader, My Fine Punk Asshole, My Lovely Hypocrite"" will tune you into an earlier ambit of flowers of evil, poppy seeds and grass of which this is a fetid modern variant. Spaced out here on cocaine (and more literally to no more than 130 pages) is Nicholas, a dopedealer and an addict who in spite of all his ""physicality"" is more likely to be fantasizing through sequences of oral sex with Sheila and her maid conjointly. He also takes care of the habit of a former cinema director-actor in his rooms at the Waldorf where even ""The Andy Warhol soup can twitches."" But most of this small action really concerns a flight to Mexico where with two others he attempts to bring in fifty pounds of cocaine and, in the ugly exchange, kills a man. Nicholas, the ""last unregenerate soul,"" is left on a real high; you should be left in a real down head brooding over the limitations of this kind of life and literature.

Pub Date: April 19, 1971

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Delacorte

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 1971

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