368 pages
Completed 3/31/11
This memoir was obnoxious, and not in an entertaining way. The woe-is-me tale of a rich boy with a rich familial history and hob-nobbing years anaylzed in a heavy Freudian manner gained zero sympathy for me. Reporting that he spent $130k on therapy, I was even less inclined to like Friend.
The intense family tree reckonings confused me; I could not keep the names and the sides straight, and forget it when his wife came into play. With oh-so-brief glimpses into such a rich life, this book was more sociological than memoir. Disappointing.
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