From Publishers Weekly
Schulman (The Revisionist) concocts a wacky, high-spirited romp of a romance, pairing up her heroine with a lover who has returned from the dead or has he? Divorced, 30-something Louise Harrington, acting admissions coordinator for Columbia University's graduate fine arts program, is paging through applications when a familiar name catches her eye and sets her mind reeling. "Feinstadt, Scott" could it possibly be the rebellious, artistically talented high school boy she was crazy about, who died in a car accident 20 years earlier on his way to his first year at college? The potential grad student's name is actually F. Scott Feinstadt, but the similarities same birth date (though different year), same background and so forth abound, as Louise discovers when she meets F. Scott for a trumped-up, in-person interview. After a slow start, Schulman picks up the pace with witty observations about Louise and her ex-husband Peter's dysfunctional co-dependence, Louise's stormy friendship with scheming high school classmate Missy and her ongoing frustration with her mother. Schulman has created a winning character in Louise, whose favorite pastime since her divorce is "to list reasons for not killing herself" one of which is that her obnoxious brother "would get all the inheritance." The author has a marvelous knack for capturing contemporary relationships, replete with complicated subtexts, family baggage and societal pressures that make the prospect of finding a healthy love relationship nearly impossible. A certain glossiness a surfeit of brand names and a fixation on questions of lifestyle keeps the novel from going too deep, but Schulman's delightful, piquant tale gives a clever, unusual account of how its protagonist learns to let go of the past. Author tour.
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From The New Yorker
Louise Harrington, a divorced graduate-admissions coördinator at Columbia, has replaced the pursuit of love with aerobics, shopping, and watching well-built male students play Frisbee from her office window. It's not a perfect life, but it will do, until she reads the application of one F. Scott Feinstadt, a painter with the same name and birthday as her first love, who died in a car accident. Impulsively, she arranges to meet F. Scott, and the two begin an unlikely—and at times absurd—affair, which threatens Louise's friendships and perhaps her job. Schulman's darkly comedic portrait of searching for romance in a city of jaundiced skeptics is appealingly sharp-tongued, and the novel succeeds best when she relies on humor and physical detail to reveal the deeper currents of Louise's desire for a lover unspoiled by cynicism.
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