Ok. I 'll fess up. I knew absolutely nothing about this book before I read it, short of the fact that the author was the cutie who made both me and Robin Williams misty-eyed by shouting "Oh Captain, My Captain!" on top of a school desk. So I guess that Ethan, the actor was the source of the attraction to Ethan, the author's first novel -- Mr. Hawke was the reason that I began reading and the reason that I didn't quit reading after the first ten pages.
Because it was tempting to quit in the beginning. Actually, I put the book down several times, tired of the main character's relentless descriptions of women's breasts, (I'm not a prude, but too many breast comments get old, ineffective, and extremely, well, creepish), tired of his obvious intentions to be "deep" all the time, and tired of giving Ethan the chance to have his stuff read just because he's a star. Reality Bites.
But then I read on, haunted by that green heart on the cover which beckoned me to try again. And, really, I'm glad I did. Although at the beginning I thought I was in store for some overrated Gen X babble, Ethan did have some good ideas. Some of his passages were moving and right on, actually, as he traced a relationship from its magical start to its heart-wrenching finish.
The book also seemed highly autobiographical, (the main character is an actor, dropped out of college his first year to pursue an acting career), which made it fun, too. Obviously Ethan took the tried and true hint to "write what you know." Now, ladies and gentlemen, we know Ethan Hawke's a breast man, too.
All kidding aside, this first novel was an easy read, and worth a look at. Ethan can write, and with a first try like this one, hopefully we'll see more of him in the future.