“As sweet and funny and sad and true and heartfelt a memoir as one could find.” —from the foreword by Augusten Burroughs
Ever since he used to be young, John Robison longed to connect to other people, but by the point he used to be a teenager, his extraordinary habits—an inclination to blurt out non sequiturs, keep away from eye contact, dismantle radios, and dig five-foot holes (and stick his younger brother, Augusten Burroughs, in them)—had earned him the label “social deviant.” It used to be not until he used to be forty that he used to be diagnosed with a form of autism known as Asperger’s syndrome. That understanding transformed the way he saw himself—and the world. A born storyteller, Robison has written a moving, darkly funny memoir about a life that has taken him from developing exploding guitars for KISS to building a circle of relatives of his own. It’s a abnormal, sly, indelible account—once in a while alien yet at all times deeply human.
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