Told in the first person, this is about an aging professor who believes that every woman he meets wants him, and wants him bad. His behavior with women is pretty funny, though disturbing, and we follow him through several sitcomesque sequences while winding up our plot. That plot involves his ex-wife and True Love, and her brother, and their family, and it turns out that our hero may not be the sickest character in the book, or even close. Pretty weird stuff.

Though this book was very hard to put down, I don't find myself leaping to recommend it. I guess I feel like it was a wonderful pasttime, but its core comment and story didn't really stick in my head - I just moved on.

Harrowing tale of inner demons, holding secrets and maintenance of alternative realities, and the possible effects on a marriage. Well done, a compelling read, and disturbing.

Sadly, it missed the opportunity to paint the "two of us against the world" possibilities: costs, impacts, trust models, benefits, more. Maybe a sequel?