the boy who fell from the sky

i finished this today. like i said before, i've been reading a lot of memoirs recently. i got this one out from the library on the recommendation of nick hornsby via the believer. i guess to sum it up in a sentence it's about a writer, david dornstein, who dies in a airplane explosion (the lockerbie bombing of 1988 to be exact) before he ever writes anything significant, and his younger brother, ken, who tries to piece his brother's life back together through an investigation of sorts and in the process of that, loses and then gains back his own life (yikes! sorry for the run-on sentence, it was a difficult book summerize in one sentence!). it was rather depressing, but i appreciated how unsetimental and well-written it was. it certainly painted a very unglamerous of picture of the life of artists. both david and ken were tortured by long unproductive stretches, dysfunctional relationships, and bouts of serious depression. but there are some rays of hope throughout, even if there is not a fully satisfying conclusion to david's story (but how could there be?). very good and a unique perspective on the whole sibling dying at a tragically young age memoir (i've read a few of these, not intentionally).