This autobiographical account of a wandering Jew during the '40's and '50's manages to capture the restless energy of the post-war years when everyone had an idea or an ideal and fledgling cultures were setting the tone for the '60's. An ex-Marxist poet, rebel, Mr. Roskolenko was phototypically avant-garde, exclaiming in The New Republic. The New Leader. A man in search of self he was off to emerging Australia with its mass Anglo-Saxon immigration where he edited sensational magazines in the morning, hunted opals in the afternoon; then to New Guinea and memories of war...Tokyo with its prelude to socialism...Hong Kong...Saigon... Cairo ...Paris...London...back to New York and off again to Europe. Throughout he circulated in an enviable intellectual/political/artistic milieu where ""all of us talked with interior intensity."" There were parties and love affairs, a marriage by proxy and a second marriage to a Chinese/American poetess. There were jobs as a freelance editor, speech-writer, lecturer, essayist etc. It's the mood of an era given a definite, dynamic readability.