Idiot Wind

June 1, 2019
A drug addict loses everything and then hits the road to find himself. This engaging memoir borrows its title from Bob Dylan and its road map from Jack Kerouac. Kaldheim, fearing for his life after a Manhattan drug scam went awry, boarded a bus to get as far away as he could afford (Richmond, Virginia), with nothing but regrets to accompany him. He had once been a seminarian and was working his way up the ladder in the publishing industry, and he had been married twice. He'd gotten reckless and careless in his downward spiral, but the one thing he had apparently never squandered was his literary aspiration. So, from the start of his journey, he began taking notes, hoping "that the uncertain road ahead would provide me with the Kerouacian adventures I'd been longing to experience ever since I first read On the Road as a high-school sophomore. Who knows? I thought. There might even be a book in it." Almost three decades later, this is that book, drawing from some 50 pages of notes Kaldheim had taken on his trip from coast to coast. He mainly hitchhiked and hopped freights, learning the ins and outs of homeless shelters and their free meals, picking up a few bucks here and there at a "Stab Lab" where he sold blood. Early on, a waitress struggling with addiction complimented him as "a good listener," and what he has assembled here are the stories from others he met within the "brotherhood of the road," the cautionary tales from those who would gave him a ride or some other necessity. He discovered generosity on a level he had never expected from those who didn't have much to give, and he also found a wellspring of empathy within himself, "a heart willing to reconnect with the world, if only I had the sense to let it." Despite the familiar story arc, Kaldheim's voice is fresh and honest, and the redemption and grace feel real.

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September 27, 2019

Debut author Kaldheim adds a lot of life to a played-out genre--the addiction and recovery memoir. His recovery consists of a penniless hitchhiking journey across America, from Brooklyn to Seattle, precipitated by a drug deal gone wrong. As Kaldheim readily acknowledges, he quit cocaine and alcohol because he had no more money to support his habit. Because of this, the focus here is not on the horrors of substance abuse, but on moving forward from addiction. While readers are kept in suspense about how Kaldheim's journey will end--will he relapse, will he find peace--there is ultimately a happy ending, with the author settling into a new drug-free life. Kaldheim largely avoids the platitudes so common to these kind of memoirs, and instead takes a more matter-of-fact view of how his life has come full circle. VERDICT A very readable, even superior, addition to the addiction memoir genre.--Derek Sanderson, Mount Saint Mary Coll. Lib., Newburgh, NY

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