From Library Journal
Starr's first novel is a lightly written story about the woes of Bill Moss, a once glitzy advertising executive in Manhattan who one day gets fired from his dream job. Living with his fianc?e and with a rent as high as the Empire State Building, Bill wastes no time and takes a temporary part-time job as a telemarketing rep for a down-and-out long-distance phone company. His boss has it in for him since Bill is the new "hotshot" that his boss never was. Between Bill's boss humiliating him day after day and his fianc?e pressuring him to get a "real job," it's easy to predict that something big, but not necessarily good, is about to happen. The story moves along rapidly, although the motivation for Bill's murder is not quite believable. In addition, Starr's characters are not very sympathetic. Still, patrons who liked Bret Easton Ellis's American Psycho (LJ 1/91) will enjoy the dark humor.ABrent Newmoyer, "Library Journal"
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From Kirkus Reviews
In the two years since he got fired from his job as vice president at a New York ad agency, Bill Moss has made ends meet by a part-time telemarketing job for the grandly named American Communications Association. By day he forces himself to excel at the job he hates doing for penny-ante bosses (bureaucrats who could have stepped from the pages of Dilbert) whom he hates even more; each night he goes home to his girlfriend Julie, who wishes he would convert to Judaism; when their sex life goes into hibernation, Bill fantasizes about prostitutes. Most of the time, his bottled rage seems like nothing more than the psychopathology of everyday life, but a spectacularly unguarded remark at a dinner with two of Julie's stuffy college friends makes it obvious just how explosively he can act out. In fact, Bill is a disaster waiting to happen; it's only a matter of time before his murderous temper, whose eruptions he describes with disarming matter-of-factness, leads him to real murder. (Wait till you see who he kills.) The act leads him to a series of halfhearted attempts at concealment, and, inevitably, to a further spiral of violence before the postman rings twice in the highly appropriate ending. Starr's unsettlingly funny debut, running as hot and cold as Bill's moods, is just the thing for fans who miss the acid noir that Jim Thompson dispensed in The Grifters. -- Copyright ©1998, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved.