Pseudonymous Mr. Mann (The Vacancy) with a hard-nosed, hard-mouthed novel about a copcrook confrontation after the fouled-up robbery of a small branch bank in Queens. Most of it about a Vietnam veteran Joey, or Littlejoe, who wants to get rid of his fat Italian wife and youngsters and wants the money for a sex-change operation for the transvestite Lana whom he loves (she does quite a strip act publicly exposing her bisexual promontories). Assisting Joey is a young boy Sam who's seen one jail too many, and a dumb driver Eddie furnished by one of Joey's distant Mafia cousins who owns a couple of nasty leather bars. A neighbor spots the trouble and as Joey tries to negotiate a million dollars and safe passage to Casablanca for himself and Lana (in exchange for the lives of four bank hostages) -- hot dog vendors, TV cameramen, newspaper reporters and bystanders all pile up outside waiting for death on a very hot August afternoon. Mann tells a full-bodied story whatever way you look at it -- with an ugly, energetic grab.