I first read The World According to Garp when I was 18 or 19, and I was totally sold on Irving's bizarre version of classical novel. I have every one of his books and they are among the very few books I read again and again. About halfway through his career, he fell off the mark and his latter novels are ponderous and laborious reads (even for a groupie like me) but I have remained loyal because I believe in his genius. After Last Night in Twisted River, I never thought he would be able to find his form again, but In One Person is really engaging. The main character is a bisexual man, and most of the book deals with his coming to terms with this, through the sexual encounters of his teenage and young adult years. Irving spares no details. The story is told in the first person, so the reader views this personal journey through the eyes of the protagonist, from the intolerance of the 60s through the AIDS epidemic of the 80s and on to the more enlightened but no less judgmental turn of the century. The book really satisfies on an intellectual and emotional level. As I closed my copy on the final page, I said aloud, "Well done, John." My faith restored.