Give someone Tell Me the Truth About Love for Christmas and the lucky person will disappear on you until it’s finished.
I know. I started reading it on Thanksgiving and finished a day later, eschewing pumpkin pie and Bananagrams. In Eric Tarloff’s first book, “Face Time,” his hero climbs the slippery pole of White House politics where success is measured in minutes spent in the gaze of the president. Relationships are secondary and fraught.
In this one, Toby Lindeman is climbing a very different slippery pole as head of development at the San Francisco Opera, where relationships are fraught, but come first. We meet him running to a fancy dinner at the insistence of Doris, his whip-smart boss, to harpoon the city’s biggest whale, Brad Solomon. On the way to his table, Toby stumbles upon the beguiling Amy Baldwin. Neither can suss out why the other is there but both care enough to try. “Are you, like a professional escort, hired to squire a biddy with God knows what’s expected of you at the end of the evening?’’ Amy asks. “Is it that obvious?” Toby replies. “Damn.’’
When Amy gets to her table, it doesn’t take a genius to see that she’s with Moby Dick. There’s a wrench in the works for you. The attraction could be fatal but lives on because Solomon is conveniently unwoke. He assumes that because Toby works at the opera, he must be gay.
That gives the two enough purloined time to become one mind, two bodies. It’s hard to decide whether the repartee between them is the best you’ve ever heard or the sex is the best you’ve never had. This is the first time Toby’s been with a woman who gets him totally, her conversation like a “ping pong ball always flying back over the net, and with a devilish new spin on it each time.”
If not Nick and Nora Charles, they’re Harry and Sally, and the wrench gives time for a gallery of supporting characters to have their moments on stage: Toby’s first wife whom he gets to know after their divorce, his teenage daughter he used to know until she became a teenager, his best friend Jonas who gets his heart broken and moves in with Toby, forming a makeshift family with him and the teenager who could teach the adults a thing or two about love. Doris tethers everyone to the ground, as she deals with her fanciful artistic director who has commissioned an opera that’s so wildly woke and unentertaining as to be un-producible. .
In the end, and it comes too soon, Toby loses his wife but finds love. He loses his job and finds balance, blows up his relationship with his daughter to have one. More I cannot say except that lucky for us, Tarloff, who told us all he knew about power in Washington left it for San Francisco to tell us all he knows about love.