By John Elder
Ever since he was young, John Robison longed to connect with others but by the time he was a teenager, his odd habits—an inclination to blurt out non-sequiturs, avoid 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 was not until he was forty that he was diagnosed with a form of autism called Asperger’s syndrome. A moving, darkly funny memoir about a life that has taken him from creating exploding guitars for KISS to building a family of his own, this is a sly, indelible account that’s deeply human.
Three Rivers Press
