Paul Wiebe

Growing up in a Mennonite family in Inverness, Idaho back in the forties and fifties, John Reisender is perplexed. Why had Great-grandma been married in a Muslim mosque way hell and gone out in the wilds of Central Asia? On the road to solving this puzzle, he finds himself excommunicated, temporarily, from the family religion. He discovers that his maternal grandfather had escaped Czarist Russia, acts as an undertaker for a cat’s funeral, takes a crash course in Nietzsche from the keeper of the city dump, escapes drowning, becomes an unsung, accidental semi-hero in a high school football game, cheats death on a spelunking expedition, and falls in lust with a pious girl who sports a derriere that reminds him of the WWII pinup girl, Betty Grable. With a Dickensian cast of characters brimming with eccentrics, Crazy Were We in the Head hilariously and often movingly chronicles a singular American boyhood.

And if I laugh at any mortal thing, ’Tis that I may not weep. —Lord Byron