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My least favorite Kosinski novel. The character is a bit too obsessed and frustrating for me; I just resist going into agony with him. ( )

I love the book, even though the cloud of plagarism, translated by other novel, and suicide guy forever haunt this author. Interesting that he got his break as follows (pre-Librarything):
(wiki) "Despite his free-wheeling lifestyle, Jerzy Kosinski had a wife. She did not accompany him on his night time prowls (other women did), but it was entirely due to her that he was in a room entertaining the affluent and powerful.

Before the marriage he had been an academic studying social psychology and had written two books of anti-communist essays under the pseudonym of Joseph Novak. Mary Hayward Weir, the widow of an industrialist, admired his writing, which led to their first meeting. She employed the young man to catalogue the books in her library.

When they married Jerzy was 29, Mary 47."