"Dry observational wit, with a few odd turns."
If you're familiar with Rakoff from his other books, or his appearances on This American Life, you know what you're getting into. For the most part, he's in fine form here, but as is often the case with these sorts of collections, the transition from journalist to autobiographer can sometimes seem a little jarring.
Some chapters are wry travelogues, while in others, we get into the Heavy Stuff; real life-and-death existential pondering. It's always an entertaining ride, but you might find yourself thinking "Whoa, we're going THERE now? Really? Well, okay..."