An unrelievedly sordid shocker--a joint first effort from Alleman, travel editor for Vogue, and the pseudonymous Garrett, practicing psychiatrist--in which the breakdown of a New York psychiatrist leads to betrayal and murders. It's hard to imagine a protagonist more loathsome than New York City shrink Paul Manning. Impotent, drug-addicted, drifting into megalomania, Dr. Manning finds no happiness in his wife, his career, or his Greenwich Village townhouse. He should be busy campaigning for promotion at the hospital, but he's just not in the mood. See, his mentor and only real friend in the world is succumbing too slowly to cancer. The dying doctor's pain is getting to be just too much for sensitive Paul to see. So Paul decides to set him free. But there's this unbalanced but young and pretty woman who may know what he did, and even though their therapy sessions have cured Paul's impotence, he's got to do something about her and her memory. And then there's the totally wacked-out ex-marine suffering from post-Lebanon syndrome whose grateful adoration of Paul gets out of hand. Is there anyway to bring the two patients together? Pop a handful of Valium and think, Dr. Manning. Thoroughly nasty but mercifully short.