
"Alive with the pleasures of language . . . terribly funny, formidably intelligent."--Washington Post

Here comes Lucien Springer. Age: forty-seven. Still handsome though muchly vodka d novelist, currently abashed by acute creative dysfunction. Sole preoccupation amid these artistic doldrums: pursuit of fair women. Springer is a randy incorrigible who is guided by only one inflexible...

"Alive with the pleasures of language . . . terribly funny, formidably intelligent."--Washington Post