Cybele by Joyce Carol Oates

This was a good book to finish my flight and first few nights in Seattle. It tells the story of a very successful man in the sixties, and his complete fall from grace. Let's face it, most people put in positions of absolute power are not equipped to manage it. In fact, I doubt many career men with famlies knew how to take care of themselves very well. Not in the sixties.

But still, you kind of root for the guy to get better. Do better by his wife and following string of lovers, each reflecting a new stage of horrid self-discovery. Oates gets to the juice good in this one. I found myself unable to read the pages fast it enough. It's such a fun, dark time. Cybele very much affirmed the stun of Oates's talent. It's always great to go back to.