Divorce, American style, situation-comedy style, Manhattan joke-book style. After seven years of marriage with lawyer-sexist-pig Marty, Carolyn wants out because she wants ""More"" and because (all together now!) ""I'm a person, in case you haven't noticed."" Gezundheit. Sudden singledom, of course, plunges Carolyn into all the standard New York crises and giggles. Singles bars, obscene phone calls (""How'd you like my rutabaga in your vetkousie, baby?""), encounter groups on being single or being dead (""Death is here to stay and it's time we made the most of it"")--and lots of orgasm-counting sex, here occasionally referred to as ""moofky poofky."" There's a priest on the N.Y. Thruway (""handsomer than Clark Gable, Robert Redford, and Lover Lips Lipshitz combined""), the joys of masturbation, memories of summer-camp gropes, and rematches with lascivious (but likable) Marty. And, for added knee-slappers, Carolyn's Jewish mother swings too, divorcing after 35 years, est-ing, and footsying around with a married podiatrist. The limited audience for this brand of bagel (Go directly to Bloomingdale's, Do not pass GO, Do not collect $200) has boogied down these streets before, but for those who still think Jong, Mundis' episodes do feature some cleverly timed dialogues--like Norman Lear or Rhoda without the censor. In fact, for total TV simulation, read a chapter a week for 13 weeks, then cancel the series.