A surprisingly quaint novel about a guy in L.A., living the Hollywood dream. To our knowledge the only TC book that takes the time to cross out its dirty words, and even includes such Hemingway-esque phrases as "unprintable." Still, the author meant well, as, in a contrived "read this" scene, she works in knowledge of titles like Deveraux's Venus In India, Autobiography of a Flea and The Debauched Hospodar. Reading this, you can almost picture the typist sitting at her desk, with a pile of misnomered Collector's Publications at hand, trying to make a go of it. Too bad she was stuck with the Brandon House guidelines. There are trampolines.