After fortysix years in upscale Manhattan, after two roaring decades as an investment banker and after nineteen years of marriage, Bill Schoenberg lost it all and ran for the hills. He made a mistake, regrettable and unspeakab≤ and having fled to his neglected country house in rural New York State to gather his wits, he found a chance to reacquire his selfrespect as well and possibly even redemption. To a man for whom flames existed solely in the...