I thought this story was about how the author coped with losing his parents roughly a year a part, and became an orphan at age 55. On my reading list for a long time, I was looking forward to diving into his story. And sadly, I found this to be a most disappointing read.
If you are a fan of Chris Buckley (and know who his is), and if you were a fan of his parents (and how well known they were), you might enjoy this somewhat egotistical story, complete with consistent name-dropping and political tales. If not, I would recommend skipping it.
I am sorry for the author's two losses - I can't imagine the pain and sorrow that comes with losing both parents in such a short time period, at any age. But this story is not a story about becoming an orphan, and it is not a story about death and loss and grieving. It is a man in mourning, who has recorded "the story" of his family, and of their illnesses, so that he doesn't forget it. Rarely, if at all, does the author actually expose himself and his feelings - the story is so full of names that there isn't any room for his emotions.
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