(Reproduced from my original review on Goodreads, May 13, 2011.)
This is an interesting but ultimately depressing look at the life of a
man with Asperger's syndrome. The book feels unbalanced, with extreme
focus on bands, music, and counterculture, with other aspects glazed
over.
Many people, I think, including myself, have some symptoms of
Asperger's syndrome, so there's a lot to relate to in Page's book: his
social difficulties (although they seemed to ring false to me - he often
wrote that he felt socially awkward, but the actions he recounted
didn't support that), his fixations and the way he thinks about things.
There is very little retrospective here. Page doesn't think much,
except very generally, about how his Asperger's syndrome may have
influenced the events of his life as he recounts them. It could have
been a memoir about anyone, so the Asperger's hook was weak.
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