Excitable readers will be waiting with bated breath for the latest biography of Frank Lloyd Wright. The reason for this sweaty-palmed excitement is that this ain't any ordinary book. The Fellowship, according to reports, is a steamy saucepot of an architectural bonkbuster. Page eight sees the authors, Roger Friedland and Harold Zellman, describing the teenage protégé daydreaming about sex and drifting into his 'moist dream space'. And page 17 sees an bizarre account of Frankie watching his mentor Louis Sullivan at the drafting table, 'the languid lines coursing through his ornamental detailing' - to the point where he becomes 'ashamed by his own pleasure'. Astragal's getting a little hot under the collar. . .