The Prologue sets an intense tone that doesn’t let up across 100 potent pages of creative non-fiction:
“Buddhists say that suffering comes from unsatisfied desire, so for years I tried to close the door to desire. Any desire. I was so successful, I not only closed the door, I locked it, barred it, nailed it shut, then stacked a bunch of furniture in front of it.
It was the only way I could survive the long loneliness that was my marriage. I was dead to desire, going through only the motions of life.
I did not even dare read novels, write poetry, or watch bad romantic comedies for fear of what small hope they might inspire.
And now that door is open, wide open, and all my insides are spilling out.
And you, not knowing this dangerous detail, tease me, dare me to live again.
The more I warn you away, the closer you draw toward me. I fear you will catch fire, that I will consume you, that I won't be able to stop.
A friend remarks about my former car and former life, ‘I saw a Land Rover broken down on the side of Highway 23 and thought of you.’
So glad that ain't me anymore!
‘Strut and unfurl,’ you tell me.
And courage comes.”