The ribald protagonist of James Levinson's novel is David J. Hoffman, a traveling fabric salesman. He's lost his major Line. Can his mind be far behind? Hoffman has three cars out in L.A. - but which one should he sell? He has numerous girlfriends, liaisons, encounters - but which one can he rely on for solace? People have started lying to him (or is David just beginning to realize what has been happening all along?) and even his ex-wife and his children are magnifying his burden.
And so the salesman careens on his bicoastal funhouse ride from one fantasy to another, ricocheting from sex to money to power on his tortured plunge through New York and Los Angeles. What emerges is a modern death of a salesman tale studded with philosophical asides and kaleidoscopic frenzies.