Reviews
Like some cockeyed modern version of Dante's Virgil, Ted Scheinman takes the reader on a vivid journey through his descent into a depressive inferno and his ascent back out of it. Only Scheinman's a lot funnier-imagine Virgil with the self-lacerating wit of Carrie Fisher or Augusten Burroughs. A fascinating and hopeful consideration of a controversial treatment, as well as a brilliant meditation on memory and identity, Jolt belongs on the same shelf as classics by Donald Antrim and William Styron.