'"People were supposed to remember who they were and where they lived. They were supposed to remember who loved them and who did not and where their grandmothers were born. Martin Jeremiah Westley didn't remember any of it, including the fact that he was Martin Jeremiah Westley."
Martin Westley has lost his memory and quite possibly his mind. He has a wife who despises him, a son who ignores him and a daughter who is drifting away. He has a nice house, a not-so-nice factory and an aggressively attractive mistress. But something is deeply, terribly wrong, and he knows he needs to make it right.
So Martin Westley walks. Along the way he picks up a cowboy hat, a sense of purpose, and an Indian who isn't really an Indian. And if he's lucky, he might just recover his life.
A darkly comic parable about families and the wonderful opportunities errant action kites can provide to start life anew.' (From the publisher's website.)