The complexity of the interplay between all the characters is seemingly made without moral inquiry. The story depicts the part-time loyalties, shallowness, self-centeredness, denials and presumptions of the nineteen-seventies.
Chandler sanguinely touches on: When they act -- what were they thinking? And, each one's use of the people, who were: the friends-I-used-to-have.
How isolated we are, really, from the people we think we know.
I can modestly say that what you have in your hands is "A good read."