This is a so-called comic novel of the '50's -- specters of Communism and McCarthyism -- written in the style of the '60's -- realities of feculent sex -- for the '70's which surely must be a better decade. Getting the story together is a challenge in view of one's disinclination to read it at all but it features Mort Dralon, a Jewish boy from Brooklyn in his faltering marriage to Ashley who likes no part of him; Trini Lucero who becomes a minor local cause in this part of the Southwest (Frijolito); a couple of homosexuals; and the virgin butterfly of the title -- a little slut who comes by it honestly -- her mother -- whose lasciviousness is inexhaustible and seemingly destined to be unrequited. . . . Miss Smith has a lot of energy but there's no telling what else she'll discharge on every other page since all the parts of the body from the sphincter to the labia minora participate democratically and simultaneously in the proceedings.