Life is a shimmering mosaic of painted faces in Dana Dorfman’s tantalizing book, The Human Masquerade. Under the gods of play, Dorfman spins a compelling tale of innocence and shame in the magical land of reality. Her amorously lit pages take us into a world where folds of satin radiate and bath petals catch the light of candle flames. But the warm flicker of desire is not without trickery. In the endless search for sensual enchantment, the dark side of humanity waits. There is a caressing motion to this book. And as we pull its pages a little closer and press our fingertips gently upon its cover, we realize in this novel’s last breath of fiery passion that we have been seduced.