The literary equivalent of a Todd Solondz movie, with less humor, less pedophilia, and no gratuitous murder. If you've ever wanted to read 300 pages of mostly awkward, graphic sex scenes between thirteen year olds, this is the book for you.
I don't want to say that I don't like this book because it's pointless, because that's untrue. Sex is integral in the way we relate to each other as humans -- it can be the most blissful thing in the world and also the most horrifying, and there's a good mix of those opposite dynamics in this book. Sexual awakening is also a crucial part of growing up. Kultgen shows how the internet has accelerated sexual exploration, now that hardcore porn is free and easily accessible. One of the aforementioned thirteen year olds is unable to even lose his virginity in a vanilla way (!) due to all of the fetish porn he watches.
So, I thought through most of this book that the thirteen year olds really don't seem like thirteen year olds. I think that is the reality that Kultgen is trying to point out in writing this book, the way the internet has supercharged maturity. But I felt that the book was, for the most part, lacking an emotional softness to buffer out its explicitness. It's vulnerability that's lacking, maybe? Only two of the characters -- Tim, depressed and addicted to World of Warcraft, and Allison, eating disordered and chasing a total tool -- really have that heart in their stories.
Men, Women & Children is also about, as its title suggests, the mothers and fathers of these teenagers, some far from sexually settled or satisfied themselves. The main adult couple explored, the Trubys, aren't really attracted to each other anymore. Both spouses use the Internet to look elsewhere. The father (who seems like the grown up version of the total tool Allison chases and I sincerely hope Kultgen isn't using him to symbolize the "average American man," because god, ew) has his first experience with a prostitute found on an online escort review board; the mother uses AshleyMadison.com to cheat on her husband with an also-married black man, a new experience for her in more ways than one.
Aside from having significantly less ick factor in knowing the genitalia you're reading about is not thirteen, the adult sections also have the most successful attempts at humor. For example:
Rachel stayed in the bed they just had sex in. She could smell Secretluvur in the sheets, on her hands, on her lips. She smiled. As she closed her eyes, drifting into a relaxed sleep, she was happy that she had had an orgasm with a black man...
But even though I laughed aloud at that throwaway line, and also a few others, AND even though I definitely see what Kultgen is doing, this book just lacks either the punch of heart or the extreme of really black comedy to the point of discomfort that makes Solondz films work. Instead, in Men, Women & Children we have football scenes with plays described as gratuitously as if the sport were also pornography, a Tao Lin-style "everything means nothing and everything" meticulous rendering of unnecessary detail.
Meh.