Him Her Him Again The End of Him

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Marx's unabashedly neurotic heroine falls for philosopher Eugene Obello during her graduate school days in Cambridge, England. Why would anyone fall for a man who receives a grant to pursue Ego Studies? Why would that person remain obsessed, even after this guy marries and becomes a father? By "obsessed," we mean, well...sex and lusting and longing and hoping and waiting for this cad who is spread too thin. Her friends loathe him. Why can't she drop him? Is it because she was the only virgin on campus before she bumped into Eugene (a man who was hardly a virgin)? Is it because he kept a copy of the Magna Carta in his pocket? "You know what I think it really was?" she reflects. "He was a narcissist. I love narcissists...you don't have to buoy them up." When things get unbearable, our girl gives up trying to write her thesis -- and tries to give up on Eugene. She says good-bye to her dormitory room, decorated in a color she calls veal, and becomes a TV writer in New York on the hit sketch-comedy show Taped But Proud. Coincidentally, Eugene moves to New York as well -- to teach a seminar called "Toward a Philosophy of the Number Two" ("And if that goes well," he says, "they might let me have a go at the number three"). More years of lusting and longing, hoping and waiting. Until a spectacular event changes everything.

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Where you really find yourself saddened that the characters won't be part of your life anymore. I didn't even chuckle once. Yeah, this was NOT that book. I don't think I ever gave two hoots about any of the characters; The jokey long-list thing got old about the second time, and by the nineteeth long-list joke I just really wanted to throw something at a wall. I had this one on audiobook and, after giving up 2 hours of my life to it, figured I should just power through to the end. Man, I'd really like those 4+ additional hours back.

If you can laugh at your own neuroses, if you've ever caught yourself being a know-if-all and turned red in the face, if you've ever looked back on a less-than-stellar phase of your life and had no idea what you could've been thinking, you will find this book hilarious. If you don't like to hear crazy stories from people who've made mistakes in their lives or can't see the humor in being caught with your pants down, then this book is not for you.

This is a quick and largely unfulfilling read, with passages of humor--particularly at the beginning--that will lure in those who have ever known someone like the despicable Eugene, with his self-righteous self-obsession. Marx's writing is biting enough to offer some laugh-out-loud moments, although for the most part the book is brief and superficial. You can't help but hate the nameless narrator for being a doormat, so even while the villain is obstreperous and appalling it's a little difficult to root for his victim.

Kind of funny. I read it with the same morbid fascination with which I read People Magazine: wondering how people can be so stupid, and yet, thanking the world that they exist, so I can feel superior in every way. Probably great if you are the kind of woman who likes men to have sex with you, then he goes and has sex with your best friend, and your sister, and then your mother, and then your poodle, and then you have sex with them again and then you pine over them when they go to have sex with your therapist to whom you're telling your tale of woe. The protagonist of this novel is an absolute idiot (despite many many MANY mentions of her ivy league background and her attempts to complete a PhD) and makes Christie Brinkley look like Steven Hawking by comparison. I doubt that was the author's intention in this case, but that would be the motivation for a reader interested in this tale. But also, there were a few laughs.

I keep waiting for funny, but funny is not happening. by the readers who think this is funny. I too am over-educated, sophisticated, well-traveled, but this is not funny. Who is this hysterically funny to. Do not pay for this book, you can borrow mine.