This novel is the relentless narrative of the pathos of aging and physical decline illustrated through the life of Gene Ashe. We meet the pathetic Gene after the death of his wife Maida and follow his path to hiis examination of his life and his relationships. It is a novel that is unrelentingly depressing. Does Gene have any joy?
He endlessly reflects upon his skewed relationships with his closest friend, his suspicions about his relationship with his late wife, even questioning the paternity of his only child.
The reader sees the pathos of his unrequited attempt to find a new love.

This is a sad and depressing book, especially for older readers. Is this really what happens? Is total sadness the fate of those who outlive their partners? I am uncomfortable recommending this to anyone who is older or deals with depression.