Lee manages a Tribeca restaurant and runs on cocaine and pink champagne, financed by older men who buy her clothes and cover her rent. She was going to be a painter. She can’t remember the last time she touched a canvas. Her best friend has grown up and stepped away, the man she thought was it has moved to Paris, her sugar daddy is turning dangerous, and then the eviction notice comes. Libaire’s first novel, from 2004, and it works on sentences rather than plot — the New York night rendered gorgeously by a writer who isn’t selling it as glamorous.
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