From a recent glowing Gazette review by Bill Brownstein:
The opus, a deadpan monument to minimalism, chronicles the author’s 52-week countdown to his 40th birthday. Goldstein feels unfulfilled. He doesn’t have a wife or kids. Not even a car or a mammoth flat-screen TV to anchor his home. Worse, he worries about everything, from the state of the universe to the McRib.
The angst oozes effortlessly from every page. Goldstein wears his suffering well: He brings self-deprecation to a whole other level. And he should leave most howling with his sad-sack insights on life and his alleged sorry lot.
Sound like a winning Tuesday evening to me. This is a free, unticketed event, open to all! See you there!