Another book recommended in the San Francisco City Lights bookstore. I picked it up after driving from Los Angeles to Las Vegas (not in a red convertible, and no drugs, however). Partially, therefore, I enjoyed the book for the glimpses of 1970s Vegas; and the drive reminded me of my own (although mine was rather less eventful).

The book is a bizarre tale of excess. It's funny (though not laugh-out-loud), and there's probably a lot of truth in how some journalists behave, judging by those I know. A fun read.