From Sunset Strip's treacherous nude bars and famed 'Peruvian Marching Powder' to the taboo tub lust of disciple and mentor, 'L.A. 2000:' Sex Asylum is a sizzling, New-Age journey through California's traffic jams of the heart. In his new novel, Buck Buchanan combines the gritty inner truths of works like Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer, with the pissedoffish, satiric humor of a Catch-22. While much of people's lives are nutty and phonied up, this book is a meth-amphetamine shot of reality. 'L.A. 2000:' Sex Asylum may be enjoyed on many levels. It can be read as straightforward, plot-driven action fired by the pursuit of heart-torn, over-the-top sexuality; or, as a keenly honed social assault on L.A.'s in-vogue hypocrisies. What follows is a seamless, unassuming interface between tongue-in-cheek jest and radical bloodletting as hedonistic cunning and deceit unravels the loosest cord in each of the offbeat characters. Buchanan's work is funny and unorthodox, yet infused with a jarring earthiness that is vitally honest to the soul. His technique of building a progressive elevation of wording throughout the course of the book produces strange, lascivious insights with an elegant silhouette of meaning. 'L.A. 2000:' Sex Asylum ranges from the hilariously comical to the deeply profound, from the lighthearted to the brokenhearted. It is a vision of the haunting, crotch-driven ways we cope with our day to day craziness.
