Ved Mehta joined the staff of The New Yorker in the 1960s, blind since the age of four and already on his way to a career as a writer. In a series of four relationships he demanded that his lovers, like him, pretend he could see. With lyrical and stirring accuracy, Mehta revisits these love affairs today, tracing the links between his denial of his disability and the cruel transformations that each of his lovers underwent. "Poignant and occasionally hilarious."?The New York Times Book Review "This elegant volume remains a striking piece of insight into the nature of love."?Publishers Weekly "[An] excoriatingly truthful and heartbreaking account of the pursuit and loss of love...."?The Times of London "A mesmerizing account ... the most arresting passages are Mehta's mind-expanding descriptions of how he perceives the world."?Booklist Read More