BLUE SKIES, NO CANDY by Gael Greene

BLUE SKIES, NO CANDY

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KIRKUS REVIEW

GG (well she does itemize all the right monograms) is as you know the doyenne of good eating at New York magazine and even here she'll take you to the best places from Laserre in Paris to Lutece in New York. She'll also expose you to as much gluttonous sex in the silken sack as you've ever read using screenwriter Katherine Wallis Alexander as her intermediary. Kate, kiss me or rather blow me Kate, keeps referring to herself as a ""late-blooming adulteress"" although she's had much more carnal experience than Elizabeth Ray. Now at 40, heavens 40, almost as old as that other GG, Greer Garson, she's all plumped up with silicone even if nothing will plug up those other insatiable cavities and she finds herself ""ravenous"" or ""voracious"" particularly when it comes to her Cowboy Jason in his blue denims. Of course there's her husband Jamie, and he's a problem since she likes him too, practically simultaneously. In between the some 290 pages of carnal indulgence, there are those other pleasures--foie gras and ""creme fraiche."" There's no telling what this will fetch up, even on an empty stomach.

Pub Date: Oct. 12th, 1976
Publisher: Morrow