“The trouble with going on living would seem to be the mortifying implication that somehow you approve of yourself.”
Dwight Wilmerding undergoes a mental crisis in the days leading up to his high school reunion, breaking it off with his girl in NYC, losing his job, flying to Ecuador, taking a drug that helps him make decisions, partaking of local hallucinogens & tree roots that cause hair loss. The book is delightful, if irritating in a persistent, under the skin, prodding kind of way. Dwight is EveryMan in the postmodern sense– if only we could all attain his clarity. Better than average writing, and first mention of 9/11 I’ve come across in fiction (I’m sure there’s more…) nicely juxtaposed against taking ecstacy in the wee hours pre-attack.