Hooking up

America's maestro reporter/novelist gives America an MRI at the dawn of a new age.Only yesterday boys and girls spoke of embracing and kissing (necking) as getting to first base. Second base was deep kissing, plus groping and fondling with this and that. Third base was oral sex. Home plate was going all the way. That was yesterday. Here in the year 2000 we can forget about the necking. Today's girls and boys have never heard of anything that dainty. Today's first base is deep kissing, now known as tonsil hockey, plus groping and fondling with this and that. Second base is oral sex. Third base is going all the way. Home plate us learning each other's names.And how rarely our hooked-up boys and girls learn each other's names! -as Tom Wolfe has discovered from a survey of girls' Filofax diaries, to cite but one of Hooking Up's displays of his famed reporting prowess. Wolfe ranges from coast to coast, chronicling everything from the sexual manners and mores of teenagers. to fundamental changes in the way human beings now regard themselves, thanks to the hot new fields of genetics and neuroscience. to the reasons why, at the dawn of a new millennium, no one is celebrating the second American Century.Printed here in its entirety is Ambush at Fort Bragg, a novella about sting TV which has prefigured with eerie accuracy three cases of scandal and betrayal that have lately exploded in the press, as well as Wolfe's forecasts ("My Three Stooges," "The Invisible Artist") of radical changes about to sweep the arts. Hooking Up is a chronicle of the here and now, but for dessert it closes with the legendary, never-before-reprinted pieces about The New Yorker and its famously reclusive editor, William Shawn, which early on helped win Wolfe his matchless reputation for reportorial bravura, dead-on insight, and stylistic legerdemain - qualities everywhere evident in this gloriously no-holds-barred, un-put-downable new book.