Bewilderment: A Novel

Life is something we need to stop correcting. My boy was a pocket universe I could never hope to fathom. Every one of us is an experiment, and we don’t even know what the experiment is testing.

She’d once called her autism her special asset—“my microscope, telescope, and laser, put together.”

Dad? He sounded petrified. I don’t want to go back to being me.

Nobody’s perfect, she liked to say. But, man, we all fall short so beautifully.