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362 pages, Paperback
First published September 10, 2009
Sure, the narrator has a pottymouth. Sure, he’s a sexist jerk. Sure, his storyline is a bit confusing at first. But hey, he knows he’s a jerk. He knows he objectifies women. He thinks you might have some experience with that too, and he invites you, the reader, to look into your own “relationship” history, your sexual escapades, and see if you don’t see something a little bit familiar in there.
Now, now, reader, don’t get all riled up and mad at the narrator because he’s an ass. Don’t get disgusted because he’s crude and crass and uncensored. It’s not like he’s YOUR boyfriend. You don’t have to take him home to meet your parents. You don’t even have to finish the first date with him. You can close the book at anytime and walk out on this (literary) relationship. But wouldn’t you always wonder at least a little bit about what might have been? What could have been?
How many descriptive adjectives can one come up with for this narrator and his story? Crude, crass, insulting, appalling… And HILARIOUS! Let's not forgetting touching, at times. If this novel were autobiographical, we would applaud the author for his candor, for his fearlessness in treating his sexual history and the unaccountably ridiculous escapades and scrapes he has gotten into with women throughout his life. In many chapters the author’s descriptive language reaches incredibly imaginative depths of similes and metaphoric comparisons.
The anecdotal chapters are hilarious and touching because they read so true. He is Everyman. He represents the common man, with all his basest urges, motivations and disreputable behaviors. The overall structure of the novel is cyclical as the narrator recounts the inevitably disastrous progressions of various relationships. However much the recounting of relationships may seem somewhat redundant, the author presents through his protagonist a kaleidoscope of male–female interactions in which the women are the variables, while the man in this story never seems to change much. Importantly though, as a human being this unnamed man does experience some emotional growth after all, and although a moment of something like epiphany strikes him in a somewhat clichéd way, I concede that clichés have often come into existence from an initial spark of real meaning.
The stories told throughout this book have a very oral quality to them, as though the narrator were drunkenly recounting each incident of sexual debauchery to his pals the night after it happened. As the reader and the narrator’s audience, we become those drunken pals who are listening to, laughing at, and ultimately facilitating the telling of this man’s stories. As he shares his escapades with these imaginary drinking buddies (who in reality are we–the–readers, a realization that acknowledges our shared human nature, even those basest elements that we normally wish to gloss over or pretend don’t exist), the narrator constantly communicates a subtle sense of self–deprecation. He comments about blindly following his urges, about the diminutive size of his member, about his inadequacies and about his inabilities to please or even understand women. He is you. He would be me if I were a man, but I can see myself in him anyway.
In many cases the language that He uses to describe women, particularly the negative descriptions, often seem more of a reflection of the narrator’s apparently indiscriminate sexual pursuits than of the woman’s actual undesirability. Essentially, in the stories with these types of descriptions, the narrator seems to be saying, “I know, can you believe I even went there? And I did go there. I went all the way there!” As I read his words I can almost see him shaking his head in disbelief at his own choices, decisions and actions.
This narrator is not just a callous sex–driven asshole. He’s a disillusioned, disenchanted man who has been raked over the relationship coals time and time again. His own inadequacies have led to his own heartbreak. He is capable of feeling love, but seemingly like many men he does not know how to show his love to the women in his life so that they recognize it for what it is.
I recommend this book to anyone who has ever been sexually motivated to find another person for that certain connection. I recommend that anyone who has ever been dumped or dumped someone else should read this. I think anyone with a heart full of confusing emotions or a life full of conflicting forces read this novel and see yourself in there in places. And for god’s sake, don’t take everything so seriously. It’s a work of fiction.