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 insecurities of their fellow semi-superstars as to give or receive moral support. The endless calendar of parties and openings blends into one long narcissists’ convention where all tomorrow’s celebrities are bitterly fabulous today. It takes a special individual to survive this milieu. Will the kind heroine free herself from the bondage of the Slaves of New York?