Review
The surprise is not only how funny Dixon can be but also how unutterably sad... [Dixon] takes a reader's heart and just plain dropkicks it.A" -San Francisco Chronicle His circular, self-aware prose can be entrancing.A" -New York Times Book Review Stephen Dixon is one of the great secret masters. -Jonathan Lethem "You have to go into a Dixon book the way you'd go into a game of strip poker: ready to end up naked. He gives it to you straight, and means every word. He is the least pretentious living writer." -J. Robert Lennon
Book Description
Three years ago McSweeney¹s published Stephen Dixon¹s acclaimed I., which The New Yorker called ³a moving and oddly funny book.² Now, the author revisits that novel¹s intimate territory, tightening his unflinching focus even as he widens his scope. Dixon is still a master stylist, and in End of I., his narrator¹s tense, breakneck reflections on relationships ‹ how they grow, fade, and collapse ‹ are imbued with remarkable urgency and warmth. Like I., this is a darkly humorous examination of a man who is not only at risk, but more alive for it.
About the Author
Stephen Dixon is a professor of fiction at Johns Hopkins University.
