A hardcover 1st edition, Putnam US 1978 of The Last Shiksa by B.H Litwack. A Rabelasian sex romp might be the best way to describe this.
Arnie Gaff is a 45-year-old divorced millionaire, address Park Avenue, with a dirty mind like you shouldn't know from. And his grail is the perfect shiksa: that ur-goygirl who can't even come close to making a guttural ""ch"" (like in chutzpah), that goddess free of all Semitism, that white-bread-eating vision of his dreams. To get at her, Arnie goes through women : his doorman's daughter, his doctor's nurse--and, finally, his shrink's wife, who just may be the one he's been questing for.
Both to his credit and not, Litwack has made Arnie a real pig: bigoted, tetchy, manipulative (he never tells his shiksas he's Jewish: "I'm Basque"), sharp, and generally unpleasant. Also often funny. This is an essay on Jewishness in its most impolite, exaggerated form, and Litwack's is able to muster raw material that's really raw and slap it over. Not for the finicky, this, then; not for the Anti-Defamation League, either.
( from a period review)