I bailed out on this book at exactly the halfway point (50% on the nose, according to my Kindle).
I had such high hopes, but the book was essentially just a recitation of the lives of the people who lived at 740 Park Ave. Chapter after chapter was a dissection of these people’s lives, to the point of extreme tedium. Some colorful characters existed there, certainly, but I kept thinking of genealogy listings you see (and immediately skip over) in the Old Testament.
I don’t know what I expected, really. I essentially got exactly what the book promoted. It just wasn’t interesting.