Catskills resorts were strug­gling in 1963, but the town of Fleis­chmanns has a secret that keeps the tourists com­ing back: A colony of satyrs. Strik­ing­ly good-look­ing and dif­fer­ing from humans only because of their short horns and del­i­cate hooves, it is easy for satyrs to pass. In the sum­mer, when New York City ladies take soli­tary and hope­ful walks up the moun­tain paths, they fre­quent­ly do. That great-look­ing guy who gave a New York City col­lege girl the best sex of her life behind the ten­nis courts and refused to take off his hat? Most like­ly a satyr. 

Dan­ny, a young satyr who hunts for books on hotel grounds when no guests are around, does not want to seduce every woman he meets. He wants the one great love he read about in The Great Gats­by. Dan­ny could not fin­ish the book as the last chap­ters were ruined in a rain­storm, but he is cer­tain that a pas­sion as pow­er­ful as Gatsby’s can end only in one way: With Gats­by and the woman he loves togeth­er for the rest of their lives.