by Iris Rainer
All young men who start out in Hollywood studio mail rooms become giants of the business. That, anyway, is the premise of this overwrought novel about four ex-mail boys at "Hemisphere Studios." It is a sordid story about angry, frustrated people, obsessed by sex and power. The author, according to the jacket flap, is a former actress who writes for television. Her book reads like a failed script for the Dallas series—all flash, cliché and loud background music to fuzz over the silliness and cartoon quality of the dialogue and characters. Between the four-letter words, there is so much Yiddish that one could use a glossary. (Morrow, $11.95)
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