My goodness! A couple is splitting in half. One man goes to parties and pukes on Meryl Streep; turns a facile lie about his childhood into a blockbuster play; begins doing meth during orgies on Fire Island. The other half wants something more conservative, a nice little family; he ends up in a marriage of convenience with an older Trump supporter; he struggles to find his true calling, which is to be a kind of domestic saint, cooking for guests and speaking in gentle tones and being a source of emotional support for troubled youth into his nineties, when he finally dies. As all of this unfolds, there are digressions. An acquaintance of the couple, a gay doctor, melodramatically announces he is moving to Canada, because Trump's America "no longer deserves me." Another character talks--and talks--about having been gang-banged in Europe, and about how the experience was briefly euphoric, but then it created an AIDS scare. There are weird interludes with the ghost...