I loved it, loved it, loved it! I read in one sitting. Oh, Mr. Dunn's how sorely you will be missed! Bon voyage! ( )

The last book Dominick Dunne wrote before his death which is presaged by his alter ego narrator, Gus Bailey. Dunne assembles all his favorite New York society characters together for one more story about new money eclipsing old money and how people either adapt to changing times or get run over.

Dunne's diary columns for Vanity Fair were the first thing I read in the magazine every month, and I loved his roman a clefs on New York life. A great read for a plane trip or a beach vacation ( )

Thinly plotted and kind of mean spirited. I didn't have high expectations but was disappointed nonetheless. ( )

Mr. Dunne was a star-f***ing snob to the end. ( )

Disappointing. I've always enjoyed Dominick Dunne's books but this one just wasn' t up to scratch. Maybe because he was battling cancer when he wrote it, maybe because whatever the manuscript he left behind had not been honed enough, we'll never know. I certainly think he was ill-served by his editor and publisher. The repetitive descriptions about the characters became embarrassing, just left in to pad out the text I suspect - in some cases whole phrases or sentences were repeated. If this is the only book by DD you've ever read, don't give up on him, try one of his others - The Two Mrs Grenvilles is a cracker. ( )