This is second Barry Yourgrau book I've read-- after his newest, Haunted Traveller, which is a wonder. This is another kind of wonder. To wit, the narratives of a son (as a boy, as a man, and interchangable) and his parents. But family life through the nakes looking glass of the subconscious, of the chuild's eye. It's some of the most vivid & gleeful & wildly touching writing I've ever encountered. This has been my reading revelation this spring-- Barry Yourgrau. Wherever he is (in an apmnt, in a madhouse, already lifted up to heaven), I salute him. This book is, as they say, a classic. Couple more to go.