I love this book. It's s o funny and s o sad. I was devastated when the protagonists finally had to face reality. Their blissful youth was over.
And so is mine, I suppose.
My favourite quote is this one: "Marie Antoinette? Who's that? A new Club Kid?" ( )

I really enjoyed this book. It was well written. It was nice to get more information than what the movie had. ( )

A fabulously lurid tale, and Mr. St James is an able and entertaining writer. Club Kid New York is painted here in bright, gaudy colors, and I was even seduced by the amoral scoundrels who inhabited that strange, surreal world. Unfortunately the author's writing voice occasionally tends toward the screechy (note: using caps, bold, and italics does not, in fact, make a story more exciting), but nevertheless, well worth the read. ( )

If you were even even remotely into the club/rave/drug scene this book is a must read. Even if you weren't part of those scenes, you should probably read this book anyway. Its too colorful and bizarre to pass up. A hilarious beyond belief telling of NYC's clubland in the 80's & 90's leading to Michael Alig's infamous murder. ( )

The book is hysterically funny, making you laugh at some of its most sordid moments. A lot of kids seem to worship Micahel Alig without knowing who or what they are idolizing. The real deal was not very charming and few people I know have anything nice to say about him. It is a documentary of the times, when parties would spring up at a moments notice and the most commonplace could become a happening. The creativity and fun drained out as the drugs took over. The glamour had faded and it became messy, inchoherent and just plain sad. Still, James St. James manages to tell it all, honestly and with a sense of elan. Since the death of "Downtow" there has never been a thing to ever replace it. It was a time and a place that so many cling to though media representations. You had to be there or you will have never understood it. ( )

Fascinating, entertaining, over-the-top postmodern confessional piece from James St. James, a former club kid confidante and Limelight partygoer. James tells the lurid story behind a drug-dealing club-kid murder, throwing verbal and intellectual confetti at the reader the whole time. His tale is probably as accurate as they come from this side of the tracks. Despite the many flustered flourishes this is a solid narrative that tries hard not to be morally sober but is. ( )