Written in a relaxed and informal manner, Arno Geiger manages to soberly show the ravages on family and loved ones due to dementia and Alzheimer’s disease. Though stricken by such a terrible long and drawn-out death sentence, his father August, being extremely intelligent and clever, offers several moments of joy, clarity, and fascination with what remains of his shrinking world and love for language. But no longer able to care for their sick father, and finding few caregivers who can actually handle him, they resort to placing him in an “old folks” home. The siblings then proceed to clear out years of clutter from the family home, a house built by hand by their father August. Surprisingly, it took two dumpsters to achieve their final goal as August never threw anything away in case one day he might need them. And the many rooms their father occupied throughout his life were now reduced to two he might visit on Sundays and special occasions. In this fine memoir Arno Geiger composes an interesting story about a terrible disease and Geiger’s failure in lessening degrees in getting to know his father as intimately as he determines to. Time will eventually take his father completely from him, but not before a gallant attempt at possibility; to pick up where they left off so many years ago and recapture a deeper meaning to their relationship. Written while his father was still alive, this book is a testament to love and what can still be recovered in its remains.