"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER As sweet and funny and sad and true and heartfelt a memoir as one could find. --from the foreword by Augusten Burroughs Ever since he was young, John Robison longed to connect with other people, 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 Aspergers syndrome. That understanding transformed the way he saw himself--and the world. A born storyteller, Robison has written a moving, darkly funny memoir about a life that has taken him from developing exploding guitars for KISS to building a family of his own. Its a strange, sly, indelible account--sometimes alien yet always deeply human.
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