Wannabes have a vicious pecking order, and nowhere is the competition and envious badmouthing among stalled creative souls more cruelly intense than upon the isle of Manhattan. The unknown artists and obscure writers who congregate and gripe in the dives and salons populated by
Slaves of New York (1989) are drawn to one another as much by a sadistic urge to taunt the
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