The author should abandon home and family and visit his fellow citizens for the rest of his life. He is so beset by fate, inherent ineptitude and the utter depravity of inanimate things that, by contrast, all others would seem gifted and blessed. In many dozens of sketches, most of them warmly entertaining, he establishes that he s The Victim of our day. He is harassed by cold eggs which burst in hot water, he never has enough underwear despite large purchases of same, his son is not only a oward but thinks he is a French cat. He is ineffably persecuted and as free of aranoia as a nursing baby. By his own witness he can do nothing right, but he has managed to hold up a kindly mirror to the foolishness and frustrations of us all. Like good pate, it should be taken in small portions-- perhaps at bedtime, instead of a Miltown.