The dazzling final collection from the American author who died in May. The title story follows a downwardly mobile ad man from New York to San Diego, where his perspective changes. “This morning I was assailed by such sadness at the velocity of life – the distance I’ve traveled from my own youth, the persistence of the old regrets, the new regrets, the ability of failure to freshen itself in novel forms – that I almost crashed the car.” In an equally unpredictable tale, an injured young writer is given a knee exam after ingesting LSD (“unmasking pain, in itself, as something cosmically funny, as well as revealing the overwhelming, eternal vitality of the universe…”). Sharing a jail cell with Strangler Bob launches another “fallen angel”. A brilliant finale.