ON THE first day of clown school, Alex Stone wondered where his life had gone wrong. “The other members of my peer group were professors and doctors and corporate lawyers,” he writes. “Not me. I was in an old warehouse taking clown classes. Honk! Honk!”
Just months before, Stone had been studying for a PhD in physics at the Columbia University in New York City. Against the wisdom of his loved ones, he was lured away from his studies into an underground world of hardcore magicians. With the dedication of an athlete, he trained his hand muscles to manipulate cards…
