opening lines:
An eruption of hoofbeats shattered the quiet of the late afternoon.

In 1970 Elliott Gould was a big star. He was coming off a sequence of three critical and commercial movie hits, Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice, M*A*S*H and Gettng Straight, when he took on the lead role in an adaptation of this book. Oddly - and I have no explanation for this - it bombed entirely and disappeared almost without trace: it doesn't, for example, exist at all as far as the Radio Times Guide To Films.

I haven't seen the film, but the book would suggest that it should work okay: a neurotic Jewish dramatist with writer's block living in New York, having problems with his sex-life. It's all standard stuff, really, typical would-be wacky stuff from the period. Nothing special, and not unrelated to the likes of Robert Klane. The film, on the other hand, might be better. After all it has Elliott Gould in it.