Pamela Atkinson

Ophir: a Dime Store Romance for the Urban Intelligentsia Pamela Atkinson

We were young. We were ruthless. We were gorgeous. We were hired. Drama junkies in the tradition of Balzac, we spent ourselves on romantic and sexual liaisons, often questionable, as we gloried in the richness and perversity of the young and the spoiled. We victimized, often self-destructed, and generally sought to create chaos out of order. Just because. Perhaps here you will meet yourself (or find out what your parents were up to), and certainly a number of our old enemies have not escaped scathing presentation, in this bodice ripper set during the good old bull market days of the mid 1980s.