"For Christ sake don't become a fluffmeister," are the last words Barnaby Griswold gets from his father. But despite trying to turn out otherwise, Barnaby knows himself a fool and already makes his living as a fluffmeister, as a pufferup of investments. Well-bred, more or less educated, friendly to everyone, Barnaby is in fact foolishly successful. Until he blows it all. At forty-six, disgraced and broke and lonely, Barnaby must repair his life. Maybe, just maybe, he'll find out that doing the foolish thing can lead to redemption.
Barnaby Griswold is doomed by the fact that his father believes that he is a fluffmeister, someone who will never accomplish anything. After his wife insists on getting divorced, and he loses his home and his high-powered, well-paying job in the financial industry, Barnaby has to figure out if his father was right or if he can repair his life.
