If Denis Johnson had written Tuesdays with Morrie, it'd feel like Megan Volpert's book of prose poems. Clawing its way out through this minimalist checklist of suburban malaise is an emphatically optimistic approach to growing up. These tiny essays carefully detail how to avoid becoming one's parents, how to manage a body addled by disease, and how to keep having the best possible time in life. After all: this is the only ride there is, and we can only ride it. Volpert's is a story of Springsteenian proportions, a gentleman's guide to rebellion complete with iron horses and the church of rock & roll.
