Autoritratto newyorkese

A story of drifting and survival, a portrait of an impatient city and its spirited art scene and of a generation whose soul is helplessly disillusioned, betrayed and alone.
The unnamed protagonist of this novel is just one of many who left his country, Italy, to move to New York. He studies photography and, to make ends meet, works as a go-go boy in Alphabet City nightclubs and a nude model for second-rate artists to make ends meet. He spends most of his free time on Craigslist, looking for rented rooms and disposable sex. There he meets Louis, a young outcast who spends his days reading fantasy books in a small treehouse just outside the city. The two barely know each other when they decide to move in together, first in Bed-Stuy and then in Bushwick.
As it happens, an imperceptible distortion of events is enough to transform a harmless infatuation into its exact opposite. Stuck in a dark and self-destructive mutual obsession, theirs becomes a story of robbing Manhattan supermarkets, sleepless nights, dangerous gambling and hustling, prostitution, violence. They seek oblivion, they run from intimacy. Sex means nothing, or does it? What is the meaning of the city, its long, lonely walks – and what is the meaning of leaving, or staying? Must we plunge into the deepest abyss to come to terms with our own integrity?