the first sentence of the acknowledgments: “Thank you to all the girls in this book for their tolerance, understanding, friendship, and support, in spite of my many faults.” What followed was the predictable chronicle of three weeks of dating with a protagonist who is a cross between Woody Allen and any sad, sensitive emo jerk from the 1990s. After Brown’s previous well-executed boo-hoo efforts—Clumsy, Unlikely, Be a Man—I hoped that maybe his ruminations on love and self-loathing would take some new direction. Otherwise, why bother? Right, Jeff?
18 June 2010
Jeffrey Brown, Every Girl is the End of the World for Me
I should have stopped after the first sentence of the acknowledgments: “Thank you to all the girls in this book for their tolerance, understanding, friendship, and support, in spite of my many faults.” What followed was the predictable chronicle of three weeks of dating with a protagonist who is a cross between Woody Allen and any sad, sensitive emo jerk from the 1990s. After Brown’s previous well-executed boo-hoo efforts—Clumsy, Unlikely, Be a Man—I hoped that maybe his ruminations on love and self-loathing would take some new direction. Otherwise, why bother? Right, Jeff?
the first sentence of the acknowledgments: “Thank you to all the girls in this book for their tolerance, understanding, friendship, and support, in spite of my many faults.” What followed was the predictable chronicle of three weeks of dating with a protagonist who is a cross between Woody Allen and any sad, sensitive emo jerk from the 1990s. After Brown’s previous well-executed boo-hoo efforts—Clumsy, Unlikely, Be a Man—I hoped that maybe his ruminations on love and self-loathing would take some new direction. Otherwise, why bother? Right, Jeff?
