Who says you can’t flee from your issues? You are a fizzled writer going to turn fifty. A wedding welcome touches base via the post office: your beau of the previous nine years is locked in to another person. You can’t state yes- – it would be excessively unbalanced – and you can’t state no- – it would look like thrashing. Around your work area are a progression of solicitations to silly artistic occasions the world over. QUESTION: How would you organize to skip town? Reply: You acknowledge them all. What might perhaps turn out badly? Arthur Less will nearly begin to look all starry eyed at in Paris, nearly tumble to his passing in Berlin, scarcely get away to a Moroccan ski chalet from a Saharan dust storm, inadvertently book himself as the (main) author in-living arrangement at a Christian Retreat Center in Southern India, and experience, on a desert island in the Arabian Sea, the keep going individual on Earth he needs to confront. Some place in there: he will turn fifty. Through everything, there is his first love. What’s more, there is his last. Since, regardless of every one of these incidents, slips, mistaken assumptions and oversights, Less is, most importantly, a romantic tale. A glimmering parody of the American abroad, a rumination on time and the human heart, an ambivalent sentiment of chances lost, by a writer The New York Times has hailed as “roused, melodious,” “elegiac,” “cunning,” and in addition “excessively sappy significantly,” Less demonstrates an author at the pinnacle of his gifts raising the shade on our mutual human comic drama.