| It's hard to get to know someone these days, especially in New York City, especially if you don't want to be known, which is why middle-aged, drop-dead-handsome Eric keeps switching churches. He doesn't like to miss mass, but a friendly greeting is enough to scare him away, so when a blonde in cowboy boots thrusts a book on lesbianism into his hands, he's off. But Eric, a brilliant musician-turned-piano teacher, has this cat problem at his apartment, forcing him to move in with his sister, Kaye, who has also invited their father, Lamar Thorsen, to stay a while. Thus begins the great apartment switcheroo, which brings back the blonde, Wanda, and her ardent admirer, Arnold; Eric's best friend, Russell, a gay millionaire; and an elderly cat lover, Mrs. Merton, and her bossy friend, Mrs. Fogarty. Soon New York begins to seem very small, very tight indeed. Wilcox plays humorously--and continuously--with the amazingly incorrect assumptions people make and operate under; and when the reader's expectations are also proven wrong, it's simply, delightfully, more bamboozlement. A fine, funny read. ~--Eloise Kinney |
