In her new novel, Trixie, Victoria N. Alexander (Naked Singularity, 2003, etc.) looks at strip clubs and the women who work in them. A pale waif with dark hair, Trixie is a stripper at the Girlie Playhouse. The narrator Pixie is also a dancer who works with Trixie and whose stripper-mother was killed. Set up as a Daisy Miller-like figure, Trixie meets equally tragic results. And thus the novel becomes Pixie’s retelling of how Trixie gets involved with Max, and of how she meets her untimely death, with false parallels drawn between Pixie’s mother’s life and murder. Alexander vividly depicts Pixie’s loneliness and sense of self-expression, all themes reminiscent of Mary Gaitskill (a comparison Alexander will likely reject). The book should be commended for exploring a world not often depicted in fiction and for not relegating the men who visit the Playhouse to stereotypes (since this reviewer is one of them). And while the mystery around Trixie’s death pulls the reader in, the novel is decentered from the heroine and focused on the narrator who “steals the stage.” An intriguing concept that hits the mark.