My Eliot

A literary fantasia chronicling one man's quest to understand his father and himself—a comic, psychedelic novel from the award-winning author of The Hundred Brothers Lost in the house he grew up in, haunted by the ghost of his younger sister and his strange, cruel parents, and with the love of his life, Paula, zipping around town in a sportscar with the man she left him for, our narrator, Donald Antrim, is feeling unmoored—bordering on undone. It’s time, he decides, to embark on a project that will allow him to understand his late father and himself, to figure out what went wrong with his relationship, and to maybe pull himself out of his misery: he sets out to write a book on everything that his father, H.T. Antrim, an amateur cobbler and autodidact scholar of T.S. Eliot, stood for, and why it was wrong. “Nothing more nor less,” Donald says, “than a kind of anguished expression of mortification—an ejaculation of rage—at the terrible enormity of the old man.” That is, if his nightly hallucinatory jaunts through the forest around his house don’t get the better of him.