"Alexander Portnoy has a problem. He thinks he's living his life in the middle of a Jewish joke. Lying on a psychoanalyst's couch, Portnoy unravels his endless complaint with the one-track selfishness of an aging adolescent. He whines, he howls, he dredges his character and comes up empty-handed. For years, Alexander Portnoy has been led about by his libido...and has been unable to satisfy it. Now he can. He's met the Monkey, an uninhibited, air-headed model who -- heart, soul, and everything else -- is devotedly Portnoy's. So why isn't he happy? "So what's to be happy about?" That response underscores this outlandish spoof of sexuality and ingrained guilt."--Container