I have long been a big fan of Lawrence Block, but I have begun to learn that when he says that he wrote a lot of junk early in his career, that we should believe him. He did. I thought I would read anything he ever wrote, and mostly have, but I have been unable to read several of his early books. This one was supposed to be an exception, and it was. It is interesting to read critiques of our society about the progressive influence of pornography on our culture. This book was written by Block, he claims, as a piece of pornography, or at least as far out as he could get in those days and still get published (if not sold). I have read a lot of so-called "chick lit" today that is more graphic and detailed, along with quite a bit of mainstream work. The book itself is certainly written to appeal to men, and is about a man hit by a variety of setbacks: the loss of a job and a relationship and a bank account simultaneously. Recently, Charlie Carillo has recently written a wonderful book about men, guilt, and the same issues (Raising Jake), without much mention of sex at all. Block goes for humor and this one succeeds too, to a lesser degree. While none of it might make a lot of sense if you are literal minded, the lead character writes extravagant letters that convinces everyone in his life to do exactly what he wants: girlfriend, ex-wife, best friend, former employer, and of course any female he takes a fancy to. It isn't a great book, or maybe even a good one, but I found it well worth wasting the stereotypical day at the beach with.