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Comments by Bob Corbett
February 2009
Thirty-four year old Michael Householder is a good looking bachelor, literary agent, avid gourmet cook, but not a very decent man to women. No matter. It's the time in which he lives which creates this novel:
"As of the summer of 1986, some stockbroker in the Village and I were the only two fully operational, healthy, solvent, heterosexual males within, say, a seventy-mile radius of New York City, whose sell-by date had not yet expired."
After a spate of books (several written by women whom Michael represents) selling the idea to New York women, that if they weren't married by age 35 it was about the end of the world for them, Michael becomes wildly pursued. Single women and friends and relatives of single women badger Michael, and presumably this other fellow, to date and eventually marry these soon to be over the hill women.
Thus begins a fast-paced novel, in part a laugh-out-loud hilarious tale, in part a voyage of discovery, in part a gripping crime novel, all in one cram-packed 250 pages. Breathtaking.
In the first fourth of the novel Michael is really funny. I did actually laugh aloud while waiting for a plane, and during flight, drawing many attempts by people around me to see what I was reading.
In the next section, Michael's search for self identity, an often painful section, it becomes clear that he was a bit of a jerk. The comic humor even begins to fall flat, and his attempts at humor which mocks others began to bother me quite a bit.
In the crime section of the novel Michael was less funny and less self-discovering than simply fanatical, approaching the insane.
The ending was speedy, seemingly too speedy, and madcap. Perhaps a bit too much of each, but definitely a page turner.
It was amazing to me that the author was a woman who created this strange male character. That bit of extra-text knowledge made the book even more challenging to my mind.
Comments by Bob Corbett
February 2009
Thirty-four year old Michael Householder is a good looking bachelor, literary agent, avid gourmet cook, but not a very decent man to women. No matter. It's the time in which he lives which creates this novel:
"As of the summer of 1986, some stockbroker in the Village and I were the only two fully operational, healthy, solvent, heterosexual males within, say, a seventy-mile radius of New York City, whose sell-by date had not yet expired."
After a spate of books (several written by women whom Michael represents) selling the idea to New York women, that if they weren't married by age 35 it was about the end of the world for them, Michael becomes wildly pursued. Single women and friends and relatives of single women badger Michael, and presumably this other fellow, to date and eventually marry these soon to be over the hill women.
Thus begins a fast-paced novel, in part a laugh-out-loud hilarious tale, in part a voyage of discovery, in part a gripping crime novel, all in one cram-packed 250 pages. Breathtaking.
In the first fourth of the novel Michael is really funny. I did actually laugh aloud while waiting for a plane, and during flight, drawing many attempts by people around me to see what I was reading.
In the next section, Michael's search for self identity, an often painful section, it becomes clear that he was a bit of a jerk. The comic humor even begins to fall flat, and his attempts at humor which mocks others began to bother me quite a bit.
In the crime section of the novel Michael was less funny and less self-discovering than simply fanatical, approaching the insane.
The ending was speedy, seemingly too speedy, and madcap. Perhaps a bit too much of each, but definitely a page turner.
It was amazing to me that the author was a woman who created this strange male character. That bit of extra-text knowledge made the book even more challenging to my mind.
