Featuring awkwardly bad dates, crazy-talented friends, tongue-twisting word play, and confused, beer-soaked soul-searching, Chicagoland is part humorous and heartbreaking coming-of-age novel, part travel log, and one-hundred-percent un-put-down-able.
After eking out a physics degree from a small liberal arts college, Scott Duluoz finds himself in Chicagoland, where he tries to adjust to a grown-up, 9-to-5, earn-more-than-you-spend lifestyle. Looming college debts, bumper-to-bumper commutes, and lousy pay try to keep Scott’s dreams from becoming reality. But Scott knows there’s adventure waiting for him—if only he can figure out how to start.
Aaron has a degree in physics from Oberlin College but has spent most of his adult life playing with computers one way or another as a web developer, coder, graphic artist, tech support agent, and server admin. Over the years he has dabbled in more than thirty different jobs, including farm hand, dot-com vice president, carpenter's assistant, band manager, book editor, book store clerk, nuclear physicist, and video editor. Aaron has sold frisbees to dogs on the Internet, sold toys out of a guy's basement, and co-written a book about darts that he's pretty sure not a single person ever purchased or read.
He has moved more than thirty times, once threw a dart so that it pierced the tail end of another dart like Robin Hood, can hold his breath longer than four minutes, and one time dropped a penny that landed on edge and just stuck there without any apparent alien intervention.
Aaron enjoys disc golf and brewing his own beer. He lives on a mountainside near scenic Durango, Colorado, with his wife and two children. "Chicagoland" is his first published novel.
Full disclosure: I know the author and so this is not an unbiased review. He is in fact indirectly responsible for me annoying my daughters with spoonerisms frequently. That being said, this is a darn good book. It's personal and funny. I have to imagine any of us who have made it past our twenties can identify with the core of the story, as who didn't spend a large fraction of that decade feeling vaguely lost? Give it a try.
The perfect book to read curled up on your couch during a scold nap -- er, cold snap. If you mixed Dave Barry with Bill Bryson, you'd have some sort of monster person with two heads. But if you like their writing style, you'll surely enjoy Aaron Rath's delightful prose.
Warning: Do not read this book while drinking a beverage, lest you find yourself spitting out your drink while trying not to laugh.