Less: coming July 18, 2017 from Lee Boudreaux Books, an imprint of Little, Brown.
"I missed subway stops. I doubled over in laughter. I experienced more pure reading pleasure than I have in ages. Treat yourself to this book. It is hilarious, and wise, and abundantly fun." -- Adam Haslett, author of Imagine Me Gone
"The most deftly funny romantic comedy I've read in years. If you have a sentimental bone in your body (I have 206), the ending will make you sob little tears of joy." – Nell Zink, author of Mislaid and Nicotine
"What a wonderful, wonderful book! Here is everything I want from a story." -- Karen Joy Fowler, author of We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
"The best summer read of the year!" -- John Evans, Diesel Bookstore, Los Angeles CA
"I can't remember the last time a novel made me laugh out loud this many times while also consistently giving me so many feelings." -- Elissa Englund, Bank Square Books, Mystic CT
PROBLEM: You are a failed novelist about to turn fifty. A wedding invitation arrives in the mail: your boyfriend of the past nine years now engaged to someone else. You can’t say yes--it would all be too awkward--and you can’t say no--it would look like defeat. On your desk are a series of half-baked literary invitations you’ve received from around the world.
QUESTION: How do you arrange to skip town?
ANSWER: You accept them all.
If you are Arthur Less.
Thus begins an around-the-world-in-eighty-days fantasia that will take Arthur Less to Mexico, Italy, Germany, Morocco, India and Japan and put thousands of miles between him and the problems he refuses to face. What could possibly go wrong?
Well: Arthur will almost fall in love in Paris, almost fall to his death in Berlin, barely escape to a Moroccan ski chalet from a Sahara sandstorm, accidentally book himself as the (only) writer-in-residence at a Christian Retreat Center in Southern India, and arrive in Japan too late for the cherry blossoms. In between: science fiction fans, crazed academics, emergency rooms, starlets, doctors, exes and, on a desert island in the Arabian Sea, the last person on Earth he wants to see. Somewhere in there: he will turn fifty. The second phase of life, as he thinks of it, falling behind him like the second phase of a rocket. There will be his first love. And there will be his last.
A love story, a satire of the American abroad, a rumination on time and the human heart, by an author The New York Times has hailed as “inspired, lyrical,” “elegiac,” “ingenious,” as well as “too sappy by half,” Less shows a writer at the peak of his talents raising the curtain on our shared human comedy.