Many of Singer's characters are misfits and failures, ridiculous and pretentious . Many are philanderers who have loyalty to their women only at the moment they are with them. Many are would - be - writers , pretentious and vain. Many are imps and demons, spirits driving the human being to wild behavior. Lust- driven , often impelled by the starkest physical hungers they at the same time question the stars, and would know life's meaning.
One such misfit is the hero of the title story of this work, which as ordinarily the case with a Singer story, goes to a place and complication the reader is surprised by.
These stories have been praised as the best of Singer, but my sense they are not this. But they are Singer, and that is enough.