Male mid-life crises are in vogue this year, what with The Angry Middle-Aged Man, The Inner Worm of the Middle-Aged Man, and bisexual others that describe the steep roll down the hill we purportedly begin after our fortieth birthdays. But there's nothing here to alleviate what Still calls the ""drumfire of future uselessness and despair now rattling the ears of the middle-aged."" He merely details the symptoms: ""The average white male dies 30 to 40 months after retirement. . . . Men over 65 account for one fourth of U.S. suicides. . . . One third of all marriages decline after retirement. . . . Alcoholism and mental illness spurt upward."" Which is not to say anything about impotence--about which Still says a lot: at least one-third of this deals with the fear of failure/failure/more fear/more failure/sweet young secretary/divorce/whole new life syndrome. Or job dissatisfaction. Or all the other cheery stuff we've been reading, and surviving.