To be young, rich, and Uzi-fied in Hollywood

The new memoir by the daughter of the Playboy mansion's in-house doc has some choice gun moments reminiscent of '70s-movie scenes. Clearly the book centers more on sex (a choice line from the good Doctor Feel Good to some random honey bunny: "I would love to wake up to your face every morning for three days.") than on violence but, in general, guns crank the wheels of Blottered. As the Salon reviewer recounts: "[Dr. Feel Good was an] emotionally manipulative man -- when his wife caught him at the home of another woman, he, gun in lap, calmly explained to her that the whole situation was a product of her 'demented mind.' "

This man did not suffer through years of med school without picking up an iota or two of the old psych 101 along the way. Jesus, lady: watch your mouth. In the end, though, Feel Good dipped too many times into his own stash and "decadence turned into drug addiction; parties turned into coke- and pill-fueled orgies; . . . and the good doctor's sangfroid morphed into a paranoia so intense that he took to carrying an Uzi around the house."