Master storyteller Gore Vidal's 1952 classic. The fast and furious hedonistic world of the jet-set commuting between the glamour centres of Europe is the setting for this famous novel by one of the twentieth century's most remarkable writers. Philip Warren is a personable young American who moves amongst the international demi-gods of wealth and status in search of himself and a future which will satisfy his part cynical, part romantic outlook.
The protagonist doesn't seem to think, reflect or feel very much, just observes the mostly bizarre people he comes across. He didn't care, so I couldn't.
Gore can obviously write, and liked to show off his knowledge of ancient classics. I just assume this was a very early work and that his later books were more entertaining and revealing, but this one has put me off bothering to find out.