In a New York as gritty and brutal as Charles Bukowski's Los Angeles—a city of muggings, cockroach-infested apartments, dank hospitals, and casual murders—three characters cross paths and collide. Sweet Tooth is a book of anonymous sexual encounters and of lust that grades into love: a story by one of the most brilliantly uncompromising innovators of gay literature that shocks with candor and builds to an incredible climax. Its last line—"Adventure is dead"—grounds everything that has come before and gives a conclusive, melancholy tone to a book that is much more than shocking.