Roger Greenberg's life is a one act play: the not - quite Jew, the bundle of neuroses who refuses to be identified with
his stint in a mental hospital, who breaks even the Larry David / Woody Allen mold of comedic curmudgeon, as someone not quite of either coastal city, but of both and back, and of course, my favorite, the lone pedestrian in a city of cars.
He understood that many were violent criminals, but even repeat offenders tended to do only short prison
stints, or they were released from psychiatric
hospitals because they were diagnostically sane, displaying «a perfect mask of genuine sanity, a flawless surface indicative
in every respect of robust
mental health.»