In these memoirs, Codrescu recalls his life with irrepressible and uncensored candor. From the bitter-sweet delights of a fantastic childhood in the ruins of a Transylvanian castle to the horror and ecstasy of re-inventing himself as an American in a new language, this Proustian romp brims with erotic delight and language at high heat. In an age rife with "memoirs" set on grinding dull axes, Codrescu's razersharp language is both pitiless and unsparing of his experience.