While living in Manhattan and working in a Madison Avenue ad agency, twenty-three-year-old Dancer, a would-be writer from Alabama, encounters an odd assortment of aimless New York City eccentrics
I thought this was the big American novel when I read it in 1989. It reminded me a lot of McInerny's Bright Lights, Big City, but more straight forward, an breezy read. I plan to revisit it one day.