I saw lots of excerpts of reviews for this book on twitter, so I thought I'd give it a go.
Man, I was annoyed with the main character. He acted like a 16-yo, but allegedly he was 28, and a successful estate agent to boot. It was really painful to follow this bloody stupid young man on his journey to Marbella in Spain. If he didn't drink, smoke joints, or screwed a woman, he slept.
I wondered whether he was manic-depressive, that would explain at least some of his behaviour, especially all that sleeping.
Why four stars? For one, the narrator (Brian J. Gill) did a really good job, and then it was narrated in a way that kept me going, because I wanted to know what would happen next.
I'm not convinced that any young man aged 28, with a good education and a good career could be so very stupid, but I still didn't wish him all the nasty things that happened to him, which means, that it is really good story telling.
I understand that this is autobiographic, and something Mr Perlmutter experienced a bit more than 20 years ago. If that is so, I'm sorry, but I still think that the young Mr Perlmutter was incredibly stupid, especially for his age. He was lucky that he had the family he did have, who did everything they could to help him. But then, that's what a family is for, right?
All in all, I'm glad Mr Perlmutter lived to tell his story.