The comparison with Erica Jong initiated by the publisher will no doubt be made again and again and it's not altogether havalid, even though Sandra Hochman's first novel Walking Papers appeared well before Fear of Flying. They both write poetry as well as novels which are actually numbers in a first person hard to upstage. This one's about Lulu, another jongquil born not to blush (not the right word) unseen, who is en route to California to take over a major studio as the first woman ""noble nigger."" Lulu's done some other things; she's been a lawyer, comedy writer and produced one successful deep-throated film. Sometimes she wonders whether she's too creative to be an executive although she's planning to do some very innovative things in ""Suck City."" However they're left to the future and most of this book is a recap of her three marriages--two husbands and one ""ex-wife"" (he's the sex-and-homemaking Dumbo who's currently in the shoe business). With miscellaneous men in between even if now she's finished with the ""pari passu"" of sex. There are indeed some funny lines and Sandra Hochman's ""little female Lenny Bruce"" delivers them well even if mortification and smut (""Warner Sisters, Screen Phlegms, United Fartists"") are indistinguishable. But the real trouble with happiness is that whereas the earlier book was involving, you don't care very much about Little Lulu however ""shmart"" she may be.