SOFT MANIACS

Nine linked stories by East Village novelist Estep (Diary of an Emotional Idiot, 1997), who tries to milk fresh narrative out of the dried-up cow of Downtown counterculture. After a few pages, everyone here is as recognizable as bachelor uncles at a family reunion—and not just because Estep shuffles the same half-dozen characters into the deck from which she deals each story. In “Horses,” for example, a circus clown falls in love with Katie, the lion-tamer’s daughter, but loses her when she moves to New York to become a photographer. In “The Patient,” we meet Jody (who had once dated Katie’s father), a prodigiously oversexed psychiatrist who drives her boyfriend to near-suicide by making him impregnate an elderly lesbian. Joe, the narrator of “Circus,” meets Katie, and the two carry on until Joe pulls a reverse Katie and abandons her for a circus job. Meanwhile, in “Teeth,” Jody seduces one of her patients by masturbating during his session but dumps him when he refuses to sleep with a whore she brings home. Kate’s sister Alfie is a lesbian bike messenger who sometimes sleeps with Indio, a guy from work (“The Messenger”). Jack, the patient Jody dumped in “Teeth,” starts screwing around with Katie in “Animals.” Jack is a petty criminal who’s into Caravaggio and gets jealous when Katie decides to go on a yachting expedition with an ex-boyfriend (“Monkeys”). Last, in “One of Us,” Jody herself is institutionalized, having married Toby (another of her patients) and been driven crazy trying to adopt the baby that her elderly lesbian friend gave birth to shortly before her death. Which is all very sad. Probably. Pomo angst that seems far more transparent than transgressive, written in the kind of faux-blasÇ prose (“I had a rambling apartment in Brooklyn and I fucked my girlfriend Jody in every part of it”) that would make Henry Miller think it was written by kids.