Iris Has Free Time

"There, I came across a cluster of NYU graduates standing in cap and gown. They were laughing and posing for photos. Was it June again already? Theirvoices echoed through the subway tunnel. 'Congratulations!''Congratulations!' their parents said. And I wanted to yell, 'Don't doit! Go back! You don't know what it's like!'"

Whether passed out drunk at The New Yorker where she's interning; assigning Cliffs Notes when hired to teach humanities at a local college; getting banned from a fleet of Greek Island ferries while on vacation, or trying to piecetogether the events of yet another puzzling blackout--"I prefer to callthem pink-outs, because I'm a girl"--Iris is never short onmisadventures. From quarter-life crisis to the shock of turning thirty,Iris Has Free Time charts a madcap, melancholic course through thatcurious age--one's twenties--when childhood is over, supposedly.

Modeled on Dante's Divine Comedyand riffing on Proust's In Search of Lost Time, Iris Has Free Time is a funny, sad, and wise novel about time and the end of youth.