One of those de luxe vulgarisms which has everything except class, said to be a ""roman a clef"" about Kee Kerem, the richest man in the world, married to one of two sisters. The other is a Lady Drew. You may want to throw away the key at this point or dump the whole book in the Adriatic before you are further exposed to the loveless, sex-filled lives of these two American girls who ""love to share"" and Kee's performer mistress who wants him back and their shopping sprees (Leslie, she's Mrs. Kerem, buys nine kaftans at $2000 each) and their other orgies. . . . Leslie also snags her black pantyhose on the coffin of the funeral she's staged with fragrant cool before, no doubt, going on to commit some other form of arikari.