This book tells an archtypal, perhaps even necessary, story of a young man's migration from fanatical, repressive rural Georgia to the playground of late-1970s New York City. I'm subtracting two stars, though, for frequent lapses of continuity, grammatical errors, obvious misspellings, and bizarre narrative tics. Consider the following continuity problem: On page 29, the reader meets Alex, a "stocky man in his mid-fifties." A few pages earlier, the narrator has met Vince, who is 22. (These events are contemporary.) Then, on page 30, the reader finds out that these two men have known each other since Alex was 18 and "Vince was a boy and they had lived in the same apartment building." Huh? By my calculation, Vince's birth occurred some 15 years after Alex's 18th year. On page 23 the reader learns that a certain musical instrument is spelled "symbol"--I'm hoping that spell-check software is responsible for that jewel--and one also has to contend with the narrator's affectation of, well, inserting the word "well" jarringly into every 30th sentence. If you can suppress those English-teacher instincts, the book does tell a good story.