Interesting... a period piece. For a book, though, whose main raison d'être is to be essentially modern, what happens when that particular moment of modernity passes...?
On the other hand, NYC 1971 is something I can dig... I was there. Still...
Renata Adler in 1970 was relentlessly gorgeous. I still dig her hair...
If I were 25 and female, I'd probably take her as a role model. But that said, being neither, I feel no particular compulsion to finish this, and will shelve it.