On the heels of Paul Collins’s wonderful Sixpence House, I’m reading Not Even Wrong: Adventures in Autism. (The paperback was released with a different subtitle: A Father’s Journey into the Lost History of Autism, which is a more accurate description of the tone and content of the book than the hardcover subtitle). The book is both a memoir of Collins’s son’s diagnosis with autism and a history of the condition. Like everything Collins writes, it is full of ephemera and surprises, such as the case of a Henry Darger, a janitor with no friends or family whose oeuvre was...


