Intriguing mix of characters in this one, and it took me a while to get into it, but eventually won me over. Max is an art queen who's hugely jaded, and the opening scene reminded me in a bad way of all those insufferable rich Manhattanites that Woody Allen is so fond of. Stick with it, as the story becomes better and better. Max is cruel and petty and addicted to beauty. He's fascinating, and the narrator's observation of him, particularly in the framework of AIDS in the 80s, is acute and powerful.