“A heart-wrenching, beautiful, darkly comic, deeply necessary tale that stuns again and again with razor-sharp prose and glittering wit. Robert Goolrick is, without question, one of the greatest storytellers of our time.” —Téa Obreht, author of The Tiger’s Wife
In the spellbinding new novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Robert Goolrick, 1980s Manhattan shimmers like the mirage it was, as money, power, and invincibility seduce a group of young Wall Street turks. Together they reach the pinnacle, achieving the kind of wealth that grants them access to anything--and anyone. Until, one by one, they fall.
Goolrick’s literary chops are on full display, painting an authentic portrait of a hedonistic era, tense and stylish, perfectly mixing adrenaline and melancholy. Stunning in its acute observations about great wealth and its absence, and deeply moving in its depiction of the ways in which these men learn to cope with both extremes, it’s a true tour de force.
“An addictive slice of semiautobiographical fiction . . . Goolrick vividly plumbs the depths of fortune and regret. The result is a compulsively readable examination of the highs and lows of life in the big city.” —Publishers Weekly
“A compelling, wholly seductive narrative voice . . . Goolrick’s stellar prose infuses this redemption story with a good deal of depth and despair, making it read like the literary version of The Wolf of Wall Street.” —Booklist
“A dark, intoxicating morality tale . . . With his impeccable prose, Goolrick focuses his unflinching eye on the grittiness beneath the sleek facade of nightclubs, fashion, and monied Manhattan extravagance. Beautifully crafted, seductive, and provocative.” —Garth Stein, author of A Sudden Light and The Art of Racing in the Rain
The unapologetic excesses of America's hedonistic 1980s are embodied in Goolrick's (Heading Out to Wonderful) egotistical protagonist, and this new novel is an addictive slice of semiautobiographical fiction. Goolrick's unnamed hero is a young, wealthy, arrogant Wall Street commodities trader with a merry band of young millionaire coconspirators in the BSD (big swinging dick) club. His profligate lifestyle, bloated by luxury, drugs, transcontinental parties, and casual sex ("before the plague," that is), began while he expertly climbed the ranks at his firm where, at 31, he was soon able to "trade shit for silk." The novel's jumpy time line artfully and gleefully juxtaposes his lush lifestyle with the immediate adjustment to his shocking job termination, divorce, and defeated return to being "almost a nonperson" in mainstream society. The ascending years spent lavishing in the riches afforded by his livelihood on Wall Street are beautifully peppered with morally authoritative meditations on the specter of AIDS in the 80s ("suddenly, love is fatal"), the interchangeable cultures of excess and dearth, and his new life as a bookstore clerk. As if exorcising the demons of his past, Goolrick vividly plumbs the depths of fortune and regret. The result is a compulsively readable examination of the highs and lows of life in the big city.