This is a beautiful and honest book about what it means to be alive in the 21st century, to be a sentient being, to be a son and husband and father, to be a boyfriend, to be a drinker, to be a runner, to be an artist, and to be a fuck-up, a fuck-up which is how most of us do not identify but how all of us should. To be alive is to be a fuck-up. Anything else is a lie. Ben Tanzer knows that. Desire, which is what Tanzer means when he says be cool, is everything and it’s a motherfucker. Like his early literary hero, Jim Carroll—who he writes about here wonderfully—and eternal beatnik, Jack Kerouac, Ben Tanzer is on a quest to find out what it means to be on a quest. Unlike Carroll and Kerouac, Tanzer is as close as it gets to being enlightened. No bullshit. No God. No use pretending the world isn’t a total mess. Black people live in poverty. No angelheaded hipsters here. The things we value least, violence for example, are the tools everyone uses. But there is always music. There is always writing. There is booze. There is sex, good and bad and stupid. There are drugs. Tanzer loves drugs. And Frisbee. And whatever happens between drugs and Frisbee. There is family, the one you’re born into and the one you choose. There is, eventually, a wife and children, the joy of that. Tanzer wants to eat the world but he also wants to do as little harm as possible. Realistic? Not remotely. But every page here is filled with kindness and love, Stars Wars and punk rock, beautiful children, a beautiful wife, writers too many to name. Are you going to end up pissing blood? Yes, repeatedly. Knocked out for walking down the street? Of course. Tanzer wants to be a social worker and help foster kids and work at foodbanks. How does that go? It goes. It doesn’t go. It’s a mess, just like getting up in the morning. It’s like Chicago, the city he ends up in. Is he Nelsen Algren? Not remotely. Is he a less scuzzy Irvine Welsh, another Chicago transplant? Absolutely. Tanzer is eternally on the move for something better, something more meaningful, always moving towards the light, always getting a glimpse but not the sun. Hence: he loves running, it saves his life, he breaks a leg, he can’t run, he learns to run again, he runs and runs, he gets old, he gets older, he can’t run like he wants to run, he slows down, he aches, he gets better, he runs. He runs. Such is this book of pain and survival. Get up and fall in love, Ben Tanzer says over and over. It’s embarrassing and so what and beauty, lots of it. Ben Tanzer says repeatedly: be cool. And he means it. Seriously, be cool.