In Glamorama, a young man in what is recognizably fashion- and celebrity-obsessed Manhattan is gradually, imperceptibly drawn into a shadowy looking-glass of that society, there and in London and Paris, and then finds himself trapped on the other side, in a much darker place where fame and terrorism and family and politics are inextricably linked and sometimes indistinguishable.

At once implicated and horror-stricken, his ways of escape blocked at every turn, he ultimately discovers - back on the other, familiar side - that there was no mirror, no escape, no world but this one in which hotels implode and planes fall from the sky.