Say Holden Caulfield was an alcoholic advertising executive and Lolita was a photographer's assistant and somehow they met in Bright Lights Big City. He's blinded by love; she by ambition. Purporting to be an autobiography, this book is honest, hilarious and heartrending, but above all a very real account of what we do to each other and what we allow to have done to us. -- He's an alcoholic freelance art director. And he likes to hurt girls. Mentally, not physically (except for that once...). She's a photographer's assistant. Hurt people hurt other people more skillfully-- and they've both been very hurt. How much will they do to each other-- and allow to have done to themselves?