The scene was supposed to be strictly bookish a recent Wednesday evening at the Luna Star Café. One of a series of literary salons the café (775 NE 125th St., North Miami) offers from time to time, the night was devoted to poetry and musical interludes. About 60 people packed into the coffeehouse-ish joint, crowding the little tables and clogging the bar. There was a textile riot: Pilled sweatshirts and frumpy cardigans mixed with elegant scarves, natty tweeds, a blazer or two, at least one pair of sunglasses, and one unsightly white fedora. The Bitch pressed herself invisible against a distinctly un-Algonquin-like Killian's... More >>>