"The Aerialist" by Richard Schmitt

Currently reading -- and being bowled over by -- "The Aerialist" by Richard Schmitt. Although it's not likely to be tagged as The Great American Novel, i keep encountering pages and pages of transcendent writing, stuff that completely floats me away from my exurban living room and balances me on top of a flexible wire, five-eighths of an inch thick, or elbows me into the middle of a smoky pie car on a circus train.

Definitely worth a read.