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After reading a couple of chapters, I thought this book was going to be a somewhat playful romp and although our protagonist Tubby amused me, I was, frankly, a little bored. Being on a 13-hour plane ride as I was, I very much needed to get utterly lost in a novel, so I put down this book and picked up another novel only to return to Therapy weeks later. I’m glad I didn’t abandon Tubby forever because, despite my initial impressions, this novel has a great deal of substance to it. This work blends pathos and humor that makes the pathos bearable and gives the humor depth. Through most of the book, we experience Tubby’s world through his point-of-view but midway through, a somewhat surprising transition occurs, allowing us to know Tubby through the eyes of various figures in his life, important and not. Though a bit jarring, these narratives give us a more intimate connection with Tubby. As the novel progresses, the plot aspect becomes more salient as does the theme of what enables us to be tolerable to ourselves—Is it the right therapy, the right philosopher, or something else? When I finished the book, I knew I had connected with it strongly because I flipped through the front and the back trying to find author’s comments, endorsements, anything to keep the experience going. Having come up empty in that regard, I had the idea to write this review.