This is a first novel from a writer whose background includes longtime writing for the tv show “Seinfeld,” which gives one an inkling of what will be found in its pages:. Its plot is somewhat hard to describe, for it consists of a tale told by its protagonist, to a friend, the identity of whom is made known to the reader only very gradually. Suffice it to say that the latter has known since their college days at Baltimore University. The story he is relating (at what even he describes as being at a “ridiculously slow pace”) is a series of events which took place the previous December and unfolded over a period of days, events triggered by a moment of rage on his part. To say the least, it is non-sequential, which can be seen by its chapter titles: “Friday, Then and Now,” “Saturday Then,” “Saturday Now,” “Sunday Then,” “Monday Then,” “Sunday Now,” and “Tuesday Then.”
Our nameless protag is a podiatrist, now 51 years old, married for over 20 years to the former Alyse Epstein, from whom he grew up “fifteen miles and ten income tax brackets apart.” They have 2 children, and live in a community on Long Island whose population is primarily Jewish. The kids go to “public school because I wanted my kids to meet a black person before they turned thirty.” Those two things – the religious affiliation and the racial reference - - are important to the tale, but in a very funny way. The story itself is nearly impossible to sum up without spoilers; suffice it to say that it involves, among other things, cops, reporters, hate groups and the FBI.
This book was a welcome change of pace for this reader, after the more common fare of thrillers and suspense novels, and was an absolute delight. There are many laugh-out-loud moments, and I found myself still smiling several minutes after I’d put down the book for sundry necessary tasks, such as eating. But otherwise I didn’t want to put it down at all. It is highly recommended....Continua