Richard manages to tell his entire life story, all 56 years worth, in just over two hundred pages...which should tell you that he isn't one who likes to muck about. While I have to say I found it strange to read a memoir written in 2nd person ("You like your new church, your father's Episcopal church, and you like the new priest, Ben."), I also have to say that once I got used to it, I actually enjoyed it. Writing in 2nd person gave the memoir a conversational feel, as though Richard were sitting here next to me, touching me on the shoulder to be sure I'm listening while he weaves his tale of misery and exultation. What an interesting, crazy life.