Last night we headed up to the Four Seasons restaurant to crash the book party of Gawker's very own book of the month, Holly Peterson's The Manny. Strangely, we weren't allowed in! Two young PR girls manning the table in the lobby said, "Sorrrrrry, no press allowed." Outside we kept company with a gruff CNBC TV crew and a 19-year-old intern from Dealbreaker. But then, as if conjured by our own desire, Candace Bushnell stepped outside, just like a lady of the lake. Soon she was joined by wealthy womyn authors going home to relieve their domestics. There was Carole Radziwill, her thrilling stuff nearly escaping a very lowcut tanktop, and Tatiana Boncompagni Hoover, and art dealing queen Jeanne Greenberg Rohatyn, bunched under the awning, smoking Parliaments. (The cigarette of Jackie O!) There were a couple of questions we needed answered and, happily, the open bar upstairs made the ladies eager to talk.