The hero of this story, a 46-year-old Harvard grad, is exiled among the farmers and hippies of northern Vermont in the Nixon-era ’70s after his vision fails, Roy Hoffman writes in The New York Times Book Review.
Prescott, nicknamed Press, is "sidelined from his job as a Manhattan stockbroker, separated from his wife and children in Connecticut and plagued by 20/400 vision — 'My eyes are like Swiss cheese, the doctor says. I see through the holes.' "
Searching for meaning, Press takes off with a friend across the country.
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