Three years ago McSweeney's published Stephen Dixon's acclaimed I., which the New Yorker called "a moving and oddly funny book." Now, the author revisits that novel's intimate territory, tightening his unflinching focus even as he widens his scope. Dixon is still a master stylist, and in End of I. his narrator's tense, breakneck reflections on relationships. How they grow, fade, and collapse are imbued with remarkable urgency and warmth. Like I., this is a darkly humorous examination of a man who is not only at risk, but more alive for it.

Returning readers to the universe first depicted in I., a continuation of the narrator's tense and breakneck reflections on the life cycles of relationships represents a darkly comic exploration of how his at-risk lifestyle renders him more alive.