By Mark Leyner
A group theater's creation of particular Yearnings triggers a string of underground nuclear explosions from St. Louis to Worcester, Massachusetts. a guy frantically swats on the blaze that his female friend has ignited in his trousers, whereas her family members attempts to determine even if his agonized signal language skill "Under the Volcano" or "No Time for Sergeants." Charo, Marianne Faithfull, and Napoleon's sister change glittering witticisms and pornographic come-ons with languid aesthetes and unhinged suburbanites.
Such situations are only par for the direction during this gloriously disorienting quantity via Mark Leyner, writer of My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist and Et Tu, Babe, and a author who performs the English language the best way Jimi Hendrix performed the guitar: at blinding velocity, harmful quantity, and with an ideal mix of lyricism and sheer risk.