It’s the sixties, a decade of rock and roll and war and peace, not to mention all the burnings—of flags, bras, draft cards and cities.
But forget all that. Young Nate Rubin has his own problems. For one thing he’s a virgin, and for another he's . . . let's face it . . . a drunk, and for still another he’s in love—with a Negro girl yet.
All of which raises three burning questions: Will Nate ever get laid? Will he ever get sober? Will he ever get the girl? Also, will he ever write that damn novel, the one about a Jewish shikker in love with a black shikseh?
And the answer is . . .
But forget all that. Young Nate Rubin has his own problems. For one thing he’s a virgin, and for another he's . . . let's face it . . . a drunk, and for still another he’s in love—with a Negro girl yet.
All of which raises three burning questions: Will Nate ever get laid? Will he ever get sober? Will he ever get the girl? Also, will he ever write that damn novel, the one about a Jewish shikker in love with a black shikseh?
And the answer is . . .
