As I Walked Out One Evening

by Donald Wetzel

As I Walked Out One Evening. Wetzel fears Alzheimer’s and, as a re nowned writer, his life force is at stake. His distinctive rhythm offers a captivating look at his wisdom and talent. —Rocky Mountain News

141 pages, Paperback

First published July 1, 1997

Reviews

[Jeff · Rating 4 out of 5]

You know that feeling that you get when you start reading a book and you realize almost right away how really good it is and you know you’re just gonna have to stay up and read, just read, because it’s good and you know it’s just the start because there’s his other books too and you wonder how did I miss this guy, I mean really, just where was I that I haven’t read him before and then you sniff the writing, it’s like a fine glass of merlot or pinot noir, and you pick up the scent of Tennessee Williams, of Jack Kerouac, and it lingers on the palate leaving just a hint of Robert Pirsig (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, and isn’t that just a wonderful book too) and so you read and his sentences travel these amazing labyrinthine paths, stream of consciousness, only it’s not stream of consciousness, not really, it’s too tight to be stream of consciousness, but it feels like stream of consciousness, each twist a new treasure, each turn pure joy and you turn the page and the sentence shows no sign of letting up and you smile, this is good, you say, this is good.

[Naomi · Rating 5 out of 5]

I'm probably biased, as this is my father's novel, but I think this is still one of the most humorous, touching novels I've read in a long time. I re-read it recently and once again found myself laughing out loud. Not many novels allow me to do that.