There is a truth to adolescent angst and alienation. If you walked around with a copy of the New Directions Siddhartha in your back pocket as a gloomy teenager you may be disconcerted to find out you weren’t far off the mark. Whether you’re cremated or buried, you’ll end up alone with no one to help you—even your mother! You start as potential and end in finality, the only saving grace being, you’re no longer there to realize it or care.
read the review ofThe Wormhole Society by Francis levy and Joseph Silver in The East Hampton Star
