The slightly sour apple of his fond father's eye is Sigmund; he's a congenital dropout, an unmotivated underachiever, and when first seen here he's leaving Matlack College in Vermont (very experimental--Pure Prose; Mental Sculpture--i.e., psychology) and coming home briefly to move nearby to an efficiency apartment and the local university. Sigmund has no long-term goals and his immediate activities are equally ambiguous: he wants to write and he does achieve one short story and one article for a poultry journal. Father subsidizes him from the Supermarket to Europe and these slight annals in a somewhat disconnected present tense, just like Sigmund, have occasional funny moments.... My son the nudnik -- a father's kisses -- you may not laugh but you should smile.