You are a painfully dated 1984 novel by Jay McInerney. You are about the coke-fuelled nightlife of emotionally dead New York magazine fact checkers.
You inspire an embarrassingly moronic 1988 movie starring Michael J Fox (You can at least be thankful you are not Doc Hollywood).
You are written in the rare and annoying second-person present narrative form.
Fox comes of age in this grim descent into yuppie hell. As a nice country boy hypnotized by the glitter of the Big Apple, he experiences life in the fast lane, sweats bullets, falls in with the cocaine crowd, and almost self-destructs.
While his life falls apart, Kiefer Sutherland, as his coke-sniffing pal, Dianne Wiest, as his dying mother, and Jason Robards, as his pickled boss, all lend excellent support, but it’s a newly matured Mr Fox who makes this movie seem like Oz photographed through the bottom of a double vodka martini.
Michael J. Fox