The standard modern novel of all times is written from the view of a radical-right extremist apologizing for the 1%. Even though Sherman McCoy should never have been doing what he was doing, cheating on his wife, Tom Wolfe found himself at the center of New York and London‘s A-list parties along with supporters of Donald Trump. Tom can write and command the readership of the entire English-speaking world without offending anybody. This novel is a masterpiece of precision and balance, dialogue and character. Tom understands male psychology like Cervantes or Hemingway or Ken Kesey. He understands the nuts and bolts of human sociality. But Tom has been consistently unable to find a deliberate ending for his novels. They all them the same. The protagonists are ruined or have gone insane (or got bad grades at university), and the heart of the book begins and ends with the written word, words that could not be more beautiful. This is a poet, a sociologist, he understands the history of New York street by street. And directly in the center is a deep meditation on the masque of the red death by Edgar Allan Poe. Tom gets it real, and his friends found him and his wife the most unassuming people. This is one of the strongest novels of the 20th century.