Outrageous parties. Brazen drug use. Fantastical costumes. Celebrities. Wannabes. Gender-bending club kids. Pulse-pounding beats. Sinful orgies. Botched police raids. Depraved criminals. Murder. Welcome to the decadent
nineties club scene. In 1995, journalist Frank Owen began researching a story on Special K, a designer drug that fueled the after-midnight club scene. He went to buy and sample the drug at the internationally notorious Limelight, a crumbling church converted into a Manhattan disco, where mesmerizing music, ecstatic dancers, and uninhibited sideshows attracted long lines of hopeful onlookers. Owen discovered a world where reckless hedonism was elevated to an art form, and where
It is difficult to overstate the merits of "Clubland."From a literary point of view, it is brilliantly written. Owen's nimble narrative voice
effectively combines dispassionate reportage with vivid
The pace of this book was amazing. It's unfortunate that a poor movie like "Party Monster"
prevented Clubland from being made into one. With the right director and cast, there is no doubt in my mind