Fiction. Like a gothic teleplay by Gertrude Stein, filmed by Andy Warhol, and transcribed into a stunning lyrical novel by the very voyeuristic monster at its center, lustful in equal measure for the scintilla of soap opera set pieces and the two women one master, one slave trapped in an ever-shifting atmosphere of vamp and apprehension."Deep in this fabulous book someone says 'i watch to aid her loneliness.' The many meanings of that phrase suggest...