“Wolk bids adieu to carefree living by returning one last time to summer camp before he gets married. In his account of his eight-week stint as a counselor at Camp Eastwind in Maine, he takes the reader on a romp through male adolescence, which, for Wolk, has retained an archetypal purity. Through the humor (“apoopeatersayswhat?”), the diving board games (“arrrgh, ya got me!”), the smell (“a mixture of feet, old olive loaf and an un–air-conditioned morgue”), he captures the essence of the male teenager with tender, wistful insight. The book evokes in the reader the same nostalgia for camp—and even adolescence—that Wolk feels as he anticipates his return to Eastwind. What propels the memoir, though, is Wolk’s frank description of his own re-emerging insecurities inherent to his adolescent self. When he receives a tepid reception from the other counselors, for instance, he calls his fiancée and expresses his reservations about his plan, sounding like a homesick camper calling home. Then there is Mitch, the “action-sport junky” counselor from Wolk’s youth, creating the perfect balance between tension and fun-loving innocence: Wolk’s domination over his campers in backgammon just cannot compare to Mitch’s speedboat rides. But Wolk undergoes a significant transformation, leaving behind his adolescent misconceptions about manhood and re-entering the world on his own terms.”
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Publishers Weekly (starred review)