both subject and observer, Frisch reflects on his marriages, children, friendships,
and careers; a holiday weekend in Long Island is a trigger to recount and
question events and aspects of his own life, along with creeping fears of
mortality. He paints a bittersweet portrait that is sometimes painful and
sometimes humorous, but always affecting.
Emotionally raw and formally innovative, Frisch’s novel collapses the
distinction between art and life, but leaves the reader with a richer
understanding of both.