An autobiographical novel depicts the life of a divorcee in Venice, California, her odd friends, and their struggles with alcoholism, loneliness, and other problems.
I first read this book about 30 years ago and fell in love with it. some years later I walked into a little shop in Taos, New Mexico and found the owner reading it. I told her I was jealous that she was reading it for the first time. it's an intimate, earthy look at life on the streets of Venice Beach, CA (a place I love) and its residents. I hope it as entrancing second time around.
Venice Beach. Hang out for down 'n' outs, narcissists and voyeurs. Nietzke isn't in the first category so........
I managed 10 pages. Incredibly trite and self-centred and said to be part autobiography. Possibly the worst book I have attempted to read. Even poorer than Andrew Greig's Romanno Bridge.