• À Tribeca, ce célèbre quartier de Manhattan, où ont afflué jeunes bourgeois argentés et pseudo-bohèmes, un groupe d'hommes se retrouve tous les matins pour prendre le petit déjeuner, après avoir déposé leurs enfants à l'école chic du coin. L'ingénieur du son devenu, grâce à son mariage avec une riche WASP, propriétaire de studios d'enregistrement ; le sculpteur, géant taiseux vivant des subsides de sa femme galeriste ; le journaliste à succès dont les Mémoires vont se révéler entièrement truqués ; le dramaturge qui n'a écrit qu'une seule vraie pièce ; le marionnettiste qui rêvait de révolutionner son art ; le cuisinier italien en passe de coloniser la ville avec ses restaurants ; le producteur de cinéma qui n'a presque rien produit, et même le gangster juif de Brooklyn qui méprise ces goys, mais ne peut s'empêcher de les écouter disserter sur le monde comme il va : à eux tous (sans oublier leurs épouses, souvent détentrices du vrai pouvoir), ils forment une sorte de tribu urbaine fascinante sur laquelle Karl Taro Greenfeld porte un regard sarcastique et amusé. Cette minisociété, embringuée dans une ronde à la Schnitzler, à qui trompe qui, se disperse au bout d'un an, mais reste pour le lecteur l'irrésistible portrait d'un New York très... new-yorkais.

  • "I was twenty-three and I had set off for Asia to become a writer, intrigued by lurid tales of booms, busts, drugs, sex, violence, magic. There was a wicked sorcery in Asia, in the economic profligacy of the early nineties, in the way financiers and businessmen took a rapidly wiring and developing continent and looted billions, like a titanic parlor trick converting all that wealth into abandoned office complexes and half-completed shopping malls. . . . I wanted it all--the money, the sex, the drugs. And to this day I believe that if I am honest with myself, despite all I have learned the hard way over the past decade, I would still want it all again, the fucking and the getting loaded and the scheming to get enough money to pay for that life."
    In the late 1980s, not long out of college, Karl Taro Greenfeld found himself stranded in New York, a failed writer before his career had even begun. His Jewish-American father angrily cut off support; his Japanese mother suggested he go to Japan to teach English. He did, accepting a job with no more promise than he'd had before. But he stayed in Asia for the next several years, working his way through a series of journalistic posts, watching a culture erupt before his eyes and facing his own demons. Through a series of vividly imagistic stories that range from the rigidly journalistic to the deeply intimate, Standard Deviations recounts Greenfeld's experiences--both professional and personal--during Asia's wild ride at the end of the twentieth century. Whether drinking Japanese cough syrup to get high with other Western expatriates, visiting a free-sex ashram in Bombay, or watching a former high school pal self-destruct as an equity analyst in Jakarta, Greenfeld evokes the spirit of a continent in flux at an explosive "bubble" economy's end--and a man confronting his own identity and aspirations.
    Raunchy, insightful, eloquent and moving, Standard Deviations is an uncompromising work of cultural observation and self-exploration.
    From the Hardcover edition.

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