Samuels is conceived in a car; becomes an in utero member of a three-vehicle procession driving from Winnipeg to Minneapolis for a family wedding; makes the same trip over again at 14 and falls in love; has miserable dating experiences in cars until he thinks, "This car knows so much about me, it's embarrassing to be seen in it in public," and dies in a car accident at 35 after he's made the break with home by moving to Toronto.
Somehow, Waxman actually makes us feel sorry for his hapless hero; his mistakes with women are so richly ludicrous, his homesickness for his hopelessly possessive parents so genuine. What all this goes to prove, suggests Waxman with clever tongue firmly planted in cheek, is that you can take the boy out of Winnipeg but you can never, ever, take Winnipeg out of the boy. Especially a boy who's "turned in the wrong direction and ... can't figure out how to get back." Pat Barclay(Books in Canada) -- Books in Canada