Saints v Sinners

PUBLISHED : Sunday, 19 December, 2010, 12:00am
UPDATED : Sunday, 19 December, 2010, 12:00am

Saints v Sinners
by Katie Agnew
Orion, HK$105

After two pleasant but syrupy books, I am almost glad for some good, old-fashioned smut: Saints v Sinners is an unapologetically brassy bonkbuster. Everyone is rich, vulgar and over-sexed, with not enough to do and far too much time in which not to do it. Naturally, they believe their lives are absurdly complicated - if by complicated one means leaping from one bed to another, albeit in different locations on the French Riviera. So Carlo LaFata has a Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder, a hangover and an obsession with Sasha Constantine, his best friend's girl. After a 'nite' spent 'clubbin' at places that replace 'and' with ''n'' and the letter 'S' with 'Z' (Stars 'n'Bars, Jimmy'z), Carlo awakes and attempts to seduce her. Sasha responds by denigrating his manhood, only to leap on it like an overactive rodeo rider. Romeo and Juliet it aint. The main plot is driven by the death of 'Fatty' LaFata, a mix of Aristotle Onassis and Don Corleone - only with an S&M fetish. This leaves his widow Jade to thrash it out with his daughters (Francesca and Angelica), who are old enough to be her older sisters. Agnew scrapes the bottom of the barrel in pleasingly carefree fashion.