In the late 1980's, Tom Wolfe published "The Bonfires of the Vanities", which was acclaimed as a profound, satirical look at the go-go 1980's in New York City. I read it at the time but thought it was snarky and filled with unlikable characters who were little more than caricatures. Now, I don't mind "unlikable" characters, but they have to be INTERESTING "unlikable" characters, which I didn't find Wolfe's to be.
Thirty years later, author Seth Greenland has published "The Hazards of Good Fortune", which is a wonderfully written story of New Yorkers in 2012. They are a mix of wealthy, poor, professional basketball players and members of their entourages, black, white, famous, and, of course, those "on the make". The central character is Harold Jay Gladstone, around whom the rest of the characters revolve. Jay Goldstone - he had dropped the "Harold" early on - is a wealthy property developer (NOT Donald J Trump), who has lived a good life. Some would say he has lived a good and giving life "despite" his vast wealth, but he is a man who has given back to the community-at-large vast amounts of charitable funds. He has built parks and endowed college scholarships for many poor students. While not a particularly observant Jew, he has tried to live up to the Jewish ideals of giving to others. But the acquisition he is most proud of is his ownership of an NBA team, based in Newark, New Jersey. One of the team members - the star, actually - is Dag Maxwell, who is coming to the end of his productive years. Dag wants one more big contract, but Jay and the team officials aren't sure of Dag's "economics".
From that starting point, Jay Gladstone's life begins to unravel. Family members, friends, business and sports associates roll in and out of the story. Almost all have a bit of a back-story and Seth Greenland's genius as a writer is to draw these people as "real" and not caricatures. The reader is interested in the characters and what happens to them in the story. The book's quite long - 600 or so pages - but the writing is so good that I never once was bored. In a year that I've read many great novels, this one might be the best. It's not a "literary" novel, to be sure, but it's a damned readable one.