It takes its time to start... As with all of Wolfe's books it takes a while to get used to his almost kinetic style of writing, and for the first few chapters I found myself labouring, but by the time I was fifty or so pages into the book I was loving it, and the pages flew by.
The story is set in Miami and after a prologue which is almost unrelated to the rest of the book the action shifts to a boat where Nestor Camacho becomes something of a hero after a spectacular arrest atop the mast of a yacht, which also sets him up as a villain to those in his local community. From then on his life begins to collapse and the numerous sub-plots begin, involving journalists, Russian oligarchs, art fraud, raids on drug dens, porn-obsessed psychiatrists and so on... The pace never lets up and as I said earlier, once you get used to Wolfe's hyperactive style (and quirky punctuation - this time he seems to be obsessed with colons which he uses to indicate thoughts - you'll see if you look at the text) the pages will fly. It does seem to end a little too suddenly in some respects, and some aspects of the ending are a little vague, but I loved it, despite it not being quite as great as "Bonfire of the Vanities" or "The Right Stuff". A great read.