He's a charmed bohemian though.
Despite being alcoholic and penniless he meets beautiful French girls in cafes who are keen for quick, passionate hook-ups in heritage apartments.
And then he meets Katerina - a model from Norway who stumbles on him at the Rodin Museum where he's admiring the sculptor's Gates of Hell.
Sample dialogue - "you're playing hard to get. That's kind of cute.... You can look at me. I'm not Medusa."
Frey takes some Bukowski (there's a whole interlude where Jay and some friends hit a beer fest in Germany that has no reason for being there), lots of Miller and what appears to be his memories of the Penthouse letters page and weaves together a story so full of cliché it's almost brave.
And it might've even worked if the self-important Jay wasn't given so much page time.
The angry, depressed and successful Jay is far more interesting.
"They give me stupid amounts of money. I do what they want and give them what they pay me for and I hate myself... And when I stop long enough to think about what I'm doing... I want to buy a gun and blow my f**cking brains out".
And, odds on, Frey will get more crazy money for this when Hollywood swoops up the film rights.
Katerina
James Frey (John Murray $29.99)