These death games are appropriately enacted on the playground of the late war--Vietnam--where Elspeth, a most desirable blonde waif, follows after her father, Guy Waterhouse, a successful businessman with an attentive mistress. He thinks of Elspeth as a harpy or a fishhook if he thinks of her at all which he prefers to avoid doing; she thinks of him all the time, particularly when in the bed of anyone around--most recently a maimed soldier. In the liquefaction of her fantasies and desires (blood, blood, blood, and other juices), she also abandons herself to notions of suicide in various forms. But apparently the only father, let alone a good father, is a dead one and when last seen, after Guy's heart attacks, Elspeth has thrown herself nude upon his body and begins to consume him by taking his big toe in her mouth when he is barely twitching. To be read, if at all, for its efflorescent erotica--strange blooms; one is only too readily suffused.