ASTRID SEES ALL

A coming-of-age story set in the artsy, druggy, seedy, sexy downtown underground of 1980s New York.

After a string of well-received YA books, Standiford's first novel for adults hearkens back to the days, or should we say nights, of Slaves of New York and Bright Lights Big City. Baltimorean Phoebe and Manhattanite Carmen, who met as undergraduates at Brown, are having a hell of a time finding a livable apartment in the East Village—until Carmen's boyfriend's heroin dealer is busted and they beeline over to his apartment to corner his landlady before the place goes on the market. That's the kind of you-had-to-be-there detail that makes this book. Conversations overheard at parties include descriptions of over-the-top fashion statements and performance art projects; there are cameos by Andy Warhol, Lou Reed, Grace Jones, Debbie Harry, and more: The author's glee in evoking the zeitgeist of the 1980s is infectious. Perhaps her somewhat less successful approach to plot can be forgiven. The novel's abundant storylines include Phoebe's grief about her father's death and estrangement from her mother, the imbalance of power in her friendship with Carmen, an affair with a married doctor with a painful outcome, the possibility that she is being followed, and her burgeoning career as a club-scene fortuneteller, building on a childhood game of saving movie ticket stubs in a box and pulling them like Tarot cards to divine the future. (" ‘Does Darryl Morgan like me?’ All The President's Men. That's a yes.”) All this would have been plenty; when a detail about the growing number of missing girls whose faces are tacked up around the neighborhood morphs into a thriller subplot, it seems like it belongs in a different book.

Smart details, lively digressions, and spot-on period snapshots keep an overloaded plot afloat.