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Aftermath: When It Felt Like Life Was Over But Wasn't
When a well-respected professor at a top university is falsely accused of being abusive to students, how will he pick up the pieces and rebuild his life?
“ I should’ve slept in. Because I can. Because I have nothing to do. But I can’t.
I wake up because I don’t have a reason to be. I wake up in search of a reason. If that’s possible. What, after all, is there now in all the wreckage before me? Not much. No history of cancer on either side of the family. So likely three decades or so left before I can rest for good. Unless I get hit by a Mack Truck. Or keel over from a heart attack. Or, hey, an aneurysm. Heard one of those babies might have afflicted an ancestor on my mother’s side of the family way back when. But that was in Japan, and I’m uncertain of the translation. Came through as ‘brain fog.’
Let’s be frank. There’s a lot of latitude in fog of the mind. One could charitably diagnose me with foggiminditis at this moment, domo arigato.
Anyway, I don’t think about ending it all—at least not actively. Not at this particular point. Not in the morning. Not before lunch.”—Chapter One
Alec Klein’s successful and fulfilling life was razed by the heavy equipment of the “guilty until proven innocent” culture built in the early twenty-first century. As often happens, before he had a chance to establish his innocence, it was too late. In the rubble, Alec discovers hope and ultimate redemption where he never thought it could be found.
“ I should’ve slept in. Because I can. Because I have nothing to do. But I can’t.
I wake up because I don’t have a reason to be. I wake up in search of a reason. If that’s possible. What, after all, is there now in all the wreckage before me? Not much. No history of cancer on either side of the family. So likely three decades or so left before I can rest for good. Unless I get hit by a Mack Truck. Or keel over from a heart attack. Or, hey, an aneurysm. Heard one of those babies might have afflicted an ancestor on my mother’s side of the family way back when. But that was in Japan, and I’m uncertain of the translation. Came through as ‘brain fog.’
Let’s be frank. There’s a lot of latitude in fog of the mind. One could charitably diagnose me with foggiminditis at this moment, domo arigato.
Anyway, I don’t think about ending it all—at least not actively. Not at this particular point. Not in the morning. Not before lunch.”—Chapter One
Alec Klein’s successful and fulfilling life was razed by the heavy equipment of the “guilty until proven innocent” culture built in the early twenty-first century. As often happens, before he had a chance to establish his innocence, it was too late. In the rubble, Alec discovers hope and ultimate redemption where he never thought it could be found.
208 pages, Hardcover
Published January 14, 2020
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About the author
Alec Klein
11 books1 followerAlec Klein is an award-winning reporter at The Washington Post. His previous book, Stealing Time: Steve Case, Jerry Levin, and the Collapse of AOL Time Warner, was a national bestseller that The New York Times called "a compelling parable of greed and power and hubris." He lives in Washington, D.C., with his wife and daughter.
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