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Some excellent characters populate Peter Weissman's drug fuelled New York (Patrick Malone and the thieving Gazi are highlights), the dense descriptive prose places the reader right in the middle of 1960's Manhattan. Despite some darker moments such as the nightmarish last trip and the summer of scurvy ridden poverty in San Francisco there is real warmth and playfulness throughout but it never becomes overly sentimental. Some absurd humour punctuates the book (the self-flushing toilet for example) and makes sure we never start taking things too seriously.
Overall an enjoyable stroll down someone else's memory lane.