To view the party in Scott Lewis's Vibrant Mood Swings is to enter the room with X-ray specs on. Not the X-ray specs of comic book lore for although you will see a flash of nipple, or a well-honed muscle bulging through a pair of tights, you will also penetrate deeper, beneath the clothes, beyond the skin, into the sinew of the soul (or more likely, lack of one) into the core being of a mixed bag of characters whose egos override any connection to...