Jeffrey Lewis and I have a few things in common - roots and/or attachments in both Maine and in Los Angeles, and possibly a Jewish identity, although I couldn't confirm that last connection in anything I've read about Lewis. But Walter Rath, the main character in this book, is definitely Jewish and married to someone with presumably WASPish roots. Rath seems religiously nonobservant, but he thinks about faith, opportunities to repair the world, and even repentance. More often, though, like the other characters in this book, he thinks about love, loss, the struggle to make sense of the world, and the struggle to do the right thing. I found this story fascinating. It took me a while to reconcile myself with the ambiguity of much of the story. Lewis writes beautifully, capturing the inner monologue of varied characters. I laughed out loud at the chapter called "Assessments," where one of the camp residents grades various aspects of his camp experience. This is a great book to read while during the summer at Maine, especially if you know about recent political and social issues in the state. Small towns that seem charming have their ghosts and their prejudices. Characters who seem happy on the outside suffer great pain inside. Lewis paints a complex picture of progress, the lack of progress, and universal struggles.