70 SUTTON PLACE

A cheap and crowded novel badly in need of a decongestant as well as some kitchen soap (one of the terms of abuse here is ""Go self-abuse yourself"") featuring some of the people who are rich enough to live at 70 Sutton Place along with an embattled magazine editor, a producer, a Senator who might save this country as the next president, a Mafia man, a token Arab, etc., etc. There's the kidnapping of a beautiful white young actress' beautiful young sister by a black militant, assorted sex and drug scenes, a bombing, and whatever not. Mr. Di Mona keeps putting down The New Yorker (three times) as passe but you wonder just how with it he is since all the blacks here appear as lower case negroes. Trash it.