"While others have drained the smoggy mystique of the garment center for its more robustly available elements--from schmooz to showroom sex -- Horowitz illuminates the way of the merchantman with a lasar probe and kultur recognitions…. For as Philip had confessed to Howie -- 'I'm an end product, a result, not a goddamn cause,' and love is an adjustment, an arrangement, not a beginning. . . . In probably the best novel that will ever be written about the garment center. Horowitz, in its own words, shows classmanship." - Kirkus Review