A disaffected Hollywood megastar flees from L.A. and the movie he's making to seek refuge in a Vermont haven for kindred spirits- -in UCLA film graduate Sahgal's first, distressingly feeble novel. Emery Roberts arrives unannounced at Jeremiah's hideaway with his sidekick, the camcorder-toting Danny, having decamped from the set in secret after breaking up with his lover/manager Danielle. The house is a mess due to renovations, with a full complement of misfits in residence: Nathan the red-hot screenwriter, interested only in building a pool for himself by hand and in eradicating the population of snapping turtles in Jeremiah's lake; Louis the ex- talent agent, drinking his way through nights and days while his ambitious actress girlfriend sleeps her way to the top; and Anne, Jeremiah's sister, no less dissipated than the rest but ready to offer solace to Emery in his near-catatonic state of loneliness. Hollywood soon catches wind of the errant star's whereabouts, prompting a visit from his producer--who happens to be Jeremiah's father--and Danielle, but when they fail to persuade Emery to return to the movie, they bring the movie to him. In between binges, backbiting, and bouts of pool-digging, the filming continues, with the star once again compliant; and by the time the shoot is finished, his career is back on track--with no one the wiser, or especially interested, as to why. A dialogue-driven brat-pack clone without the bile: a vapid trashing of Tinseltown types achieving the dubious honor of being even more inconsequential than the feckless, shallow characters it depicts.