Not a mystery (the reader knows who is behind the deaths), more an exercise in pushing the envelope (even for 1988). Baxt's dialogue is sometimes crude, often peppered with sexual innuendo, and frequently funny (describing the event where the tragedy occurs he says: "It was one of those parties where all the women hoping to look like Diane Keaton looked like Buster Keaton.") It runs at a fast clip, especially once the murders start, and if you enjoy Baxt's irreverent style of writing, it'll satisfy. Others, beware.
