I absolutely loved this little gem of a novella by Steve Martin. You would think from the title that it is the autobiography of one of our feline companions. Daniel Pecan Cambridge, the protagonist, may not be a cat, but he certainly has been given a sweet, twisted, intense and yet gentle character that one cannot help but love while shaking one’s head in exasperation. I was sucked in from the very first lines and couldn’t put it down. Every word, every phrase, every sentence seemed a perfectly crafted jewel that expressed Daniel’s obsessed inner self in such a way that I kept crying through my laughter. Steve Martin seems like such a Renaissance man; I admire his writing, his imagination, his ability to match his writing style to his beautiful character studies, his humor and his loving attitude towards his own creations. Daniel is so intensely human, flawed, vulnerable, and yet ultimately hopeful and able to love and be open and willing to allow himself to change for those he loves.
But I still think the title makes it sound like Nekoka’s autobiography.