Then there's the sister with whom he shared a flamboyantly addled childhood, who now matches her brilliance for theoretical abstraction with a compassion for world suffering, imperiling her own well-being.
These and other anxieties can scarcely be assuaged by his trio of flirting obsessions - a gorgeous stripper, a screenplay in progress, and the nature of a meaningful future - or by his principal ally and best friend, a monkishly neurotic and militantly vegetarian writer.
With the holidays fast approaching, and a female admirer stalking him by email, Connor gropes his hapless, hilarious way toward not so much salvation as self-preservation.
"Swift and amusing. . . . An astute social observer of the cruelties of modern New York, [McInerney] is also capable of great tenderness." ( The Boston Globe)
"Very funny, and full of the rakish, old-fashioned literary elegance that McInerney always manages to mix into the slangy idioms of his characters." ( The New York Review of Books)