I remember watching a very funny Louis Theroux documentary a few years ago about America's suburban swingers scene and though this book by Daniel Stern might shed more light on this somewhat subterranean sexual sub-culture. While Stern is not as wry or witty as Louis, he does nonetheless offer a more personal and at times self-deprecating glimpse into the netherworld and netherparts of California's swinging underworld. It's also as much a practical how to guide to the etiquette and mechanics of swinging for those perhaps interested in entering this twilight scene. Having no interest in the lifestyle myself I found myself skimming and skipping these sections of the Swingland, which as it accounts for a fair section of the book led me to knock a star off for disinterest. Far more interesting and enjoyable are the chapters detailing Stern's sometimes stumbling and excruciating odyssey from bottoming out in the bedroom to swaggering sexual buccaneer, a single gun stud of the swinging scene. At times Stern does come across as self-satisfied even smug by his successes but fair play to the guy, it must have taken some serious balls to overcome his low self-esteem at his youthful sexual dysfunction to become the king of swing, so props to him for getting what he wanted in life, perhaps. By the end of the book a note of definite wistfulness has crept in to the writing, as Stern contemplates the prospect of swinging and ageing and whether the lifestyle can be compatible with a loving, monogamous lifelong commitment. It would be interesting to read a follow up and see how he is faring. Fun and frivolous, Swingland could serve as a primer for those looking to dip a toe (or other parts) into the lifestyle or a harmless way to pass a vicarious couple of hours. I'm in the latter camp. Personally, when I swing, I like to go straight up and down.