After the death of his brother, Brinkley left his job at the New Yorker in search of something quieter, allowing the headspace to grieve and ponder. He took a job as a security guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and stayed for 10 years. This book documents his decade at The Met, how the art and his fellow guards changed him as he processed his brother‘s death and forged his own identity. It‘s really beautiful and interesting.