Impeccably written, beautifully constructed, and a reading pleasure, though I cannot say I adored it. If you find a lot of what purports to be literary fiction coming out of the USA, self indulgent elitist navel gazing, you may struggle with the the subject matter on offer here. Schmidtie is outrageously rich, well connected, and at 78 irresistible to women. If the simple sub text is that even a man with it all has his problems I think the pathos could have had a more comedic self deprecating quality. Perhaps Begley's intended audience will be laughing at Schmidtie's wine choices fashionably dry comments on certain suburbs or professional qualifications or what not. Begley has been compared to Wodehouse but here there is no Jeeves and it is a bit of a lonely old stroll for Schmidtie as he attempts to deal with his spoilt depressed daughter, his young x-mistress, and his older future girlfriend, not to mention side liaisons where Begley, to his credit, tells it as it is. 'Eat Me'.
Schmidt Steps back is not so much a story as a life. I didn't feel particularly sorry for Schmidt nor do I presume that was Begley's intention. Is it supposed to be a gently concealed parody or will some find it instructional or aspirational? All I can say for sure is that Schmidt steps back is so far removed from my life that any lessons are obscured by so much wealth and privilege that I could never draw a parallel. Is Schmidtie someone to pity or laugh at? I could do neither.