Morry Sonen is a psychotherapist from Portland, Maine. After a terrifying session with a psychopathic patient, Morry`s impulsive personality propels him into a strange odyssey that lands him in the dark underworld of 1990s Manhattan.
On this journey, he indulges in his addictions - food, love and sex - and of course Manhattan itself. He sets out knowing little about his own dark side, but soon embraces it all.
Moving ever closer to danger, he meets Pauline, a refined prostitute, Jean-Claude, a lovable and flamboyant celebrity restaurateur, and Nancy, a mistress of the subterranean world of S & M.
Even the lion at Central Park Zoo understands more about Morry than he does. Closing in on his inner darkness, Morry flies high above it all... but as with Icarus, is descent inevitable?
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Morry Sonen shifted uncomfortably in his chair, sweat trickling down the back of his neck. It was the fall of 1995, in Maine, the weather was very cool, and it was unusual for him to be sweating in his office. He wished the pale-skinned four-hundred-and-fifty pound man sitting opposite him, separated only by a glass coffee table, would stop talking...just shut the fuck up! His soft droning voice was giving Morry a tingling, almost numb feeling in his whole upper body, and he was becoming aware of how labored his breathing had become. The room seemed to be getting smaller...and warmer...much warmer...and the fat man droned on.
Morry desperately wanted to stop him, shut him up. But Morry, Dr. Morris Sonen, PhD, twenty-five years a psychotherapist and a damned good one to boot, couldn’t do it. It’s not terribly appropriate for the therapist to tell the patient to shut up, let alone screaming at him to shut the fuck up! But even more than that, Morry couldn’t do it because he was already much too afraid of this man, almost wet-the-pants scared...and so he just kept on listening, and his patient continued on.