On October 17, 2002, David MacLean "woke up" on a train platform in India with no idea who he was or why he was there. No money. No passport. No identity. Taken to a mental hospital by the police, MacLean then started to hallucinate so severely he had to be tied down. He could remember song lyrics, but not his family, his friends, or the woman he was told he loved. His illness, it turned out, was the result of the commonly prescribed antimalarial medication he had been taking. Upon his return to the United States, he struggled to piece together the fragments of his former life in a harrowing, absurd, and unforgettable journey back to himself.
"If bad things are going to happen, we are lucky when they happen to someone with the wit, humanity and sweetness-to say nothing of an eye for detail and a gift for pacing-that MacLean brings to this wrenching tale. . . Readers who flip open the book will find MacLean, preserved between pages, goofy and serious, lost and found."
Chicago Tribune
"[MacLean] writes eloquently about the bizarre and disturbing experience of having his sense of self erased and then reconstructed from scratch."
The New Yorker
"As harrowing as this territory is, MacLean makes an affable, sure-footed guide. . . Thanks to his raw, honest, and beautiful memoir, readers will already have a clear idea what his experience was like. We can be grateful MacLean has remembered so much, and so well."
