A telling of the lives of the nauseatingly rich inhabitents of the upper East Side of New York. What saves this book from being merely a description of people with more money than class is that Martin has studied anthropology and attacks her subject matter from the perspective of an antropologist. She's the Margaret Mead of the Chanel set.
But the downside, for me, was that all the while she is trying to be objective, Martin is a resident of the Upper East Side, herself, and the book quickly shifts from her sad/hilarious attempts to join the tribe, to being accepted and to finally getting to know these people and to admire them.
For that reason, I found some of the book fascinating and some of it sounding more like an apology for wretched excess. At some point, I stopped laughing at playdates on private planes for elementary-aged kids and closets filled with $5000 purses.