Earl Peckham failed to score with lissome Bonnie Aspenwall or her statuesque aunt, Mrs. DelBelly. Gnawed by frustration, driven by curiosity, he sets out for America's heartland to find the three readers who actually bought his novel (he only sold 3 copies of it). It is an additional burr under his saddle that his laggard publisher also purveys bestselling "trash" by first novelist Poppy McCloud. But when Earl meets Poppy autographing books in Omaha, the die is cast...for an affair of such sublime incongruity and misguided patronizing, as Peckham plsys Svengali to Poppy's Trilby, that neither love and literature will ever be the same.