This is mostly not a memoir about this man’s body. It’s a series of vignettes, in no particular order, about the life he’s led which got him to where he is now. He’s a guy who has sort of lumped through life. Had some challenges like Crohn’s disease and weirdnesses at art school, trying to make and keep friends, meet women. He paid his way through some of this doing painting at a wooden shoe factory. It’s disjointed at times but a good read overall.

A dense book with two parallel stories: one about an older female historian nearing retirement and dealing with infirmities who finds a hidden cache of documents, the other about a Jewish scribe in 1650s London, struggling to survive as the plague approaches. The historian is joined by a young American Jewish man working on his PhD. A LOT of interesting and well-told Jewish history (from Portugal, Spain, the UK, and Israel) and a story line which keeps you engaged.