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The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P.: A Novel MP3 CD – Unabridged, July 16, 2013
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- Publisher : Brilliance Audio; Unabridged edition (July 16, 2013)
- Language : English
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- ISBN-13 : 978-1480530478
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Adelle Waldman's first novel, "The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P.", was named one of 2013’s best books by The New Yorker, The New Republic, Slate, The Economist, NPR, BookPage, The Guardian, Elle and many others. The novel will soon be translated into Russian, French, Spanish, Italian, Dutch and other languages. Waldman's writing has also appeared in The New York Times Book Review, The Wall Street Journal, Slate and many other publications.
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"Contrary to what these women seemed to think, he was not indifferent to their unhappiness. And yet he seemed, in spite of himself, to provoke it.
"When he was twenty-five, everywhere he turned he saw a woman who already had, or else didn't want, a boyfriend. Some were taking breaks from men to give women or celibacy a try. Others were busy applying to grad school, or planning yearlong trips to Indian ashrams, or touring the country with their all-girl rock bands. The ones who had boyfriends were careless about the relationships and seemed to cheat frequently (which occasionally worked in his favor). But in his thirties everything was different. The world seemed populated, to an alarming degree, by women whose careers, whether soaring or sputtering along, no longer preoccupied them. No matter what they claimed, they seemed, in practice, to care about little except relationships." (p. 40- 41)
Let me clarify that I, personally, disagree with Nate's statement there, on several counts. And I believe it is unclear whether the author, Adelle Waldman, agrees with Nate or even likes him very much. Nate is a character in a fictive tale. The novel, in my view, does not propose to serve as a sermon on relationship ethics, nor as a how-to manual for relationship success (which some Amazon reviewers seem to assume or wish it were).
Nate, having shifted into a meaningful relationship that now is teetering, thinks to himself:
"Was this his life now? Nate wondered as she spoke. Sitting across from Hannah at various tables, in various restaurants and bars? Ad infinitum. Was this what he'd committed himself to the night they'd had that fight about brunch and he'd reassured her, told her that it was safe-- that he was into this?
"He tore off the slip of paper that kept his napkin rolled up and began toying with his knife and fork.
"He tried to focus on what Hannah was saying-- still about the copyediting job-- but he found himself wondering how much she needed the money. At the rate she was going, she'd never finish her book proposal. Besides, her father was a corporate lawyer. He didn't doubt she could get money from him if she needed it. A nice luxury if you had it." (p. 166-7)
With a later woman, Nate seems more seasoned, though not particularly wiser:
"Invariably, their fights ended, for Nate, in relief at realizing that Greer was not in fact nearly as unscrupulous or unintelligent as in anger he had painted her. Also, predictably enough, hot sex. Not even make-up sex so much as making up by way of sex. A moment would come when Nate would simply realize the absurdity of what they were fighting about; his anger would just turn." (p. 229)
To judge by some other Amazon reviews, it may be difficult to separate one's appraisal of Nate the fictive character in this novel from Nate as an assumed representative of testosterone in 21st-century urban, heterosexual dating in America. Some reviewers' low appraisals of the book sound like repudiation of a social type that author Adelle Waldman emobdies in Nate the protagonist. If that is so, this leaves open the question of whether Waldman's novel is doing something that art sometimes does - provoke a quizzical reaction to what you thought was familiar, hold your gaze, and pinch with discomfort.
I don't think Waldman makes any pretense to this novel being about all dating everywhere. Further, I do not think she tells us what to think or do. Waldman's story does not offer itself as a trail map to happiness in romance and sex today in New York City or anyplace else. Yes, a vibe of Brooklyn literati comes through, though I personally lack the life experience to judge whether that specific setting is depicted realistically here, or not.
The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P is not quite the tv show Sex and the City with a man's thought bubbles added and women's coffee chats subtracted. Though admittedly it is in that ilk, I suggest it's different. Compared with Sex and the City on tv, Waldman's novel about Nathaniel P. is less about New York or high living or the times; less about giving lessons; and it aspires to be more literary. It is about some characters who *may* feel real enough to be real, or not. You be the judge. These characters negotiate young adulthood moments and decisions. They look ahead and recall the past. They sometimes savor what is going on in the moment, and sometimes they miss it.
As many reviewers have noted, this semi-romantic novel tries to get inside the head of a dating dude, written by a woman. This I consider a welcome novelty that alone may interest some readers, men and women. Adelle Waldman's omniscient narrator sees plenty of Nate's ungenerous thoughts, self-absorption, and unkind behavior. Rather than indicting him and ending the story there, she lets him incite some empathy, both in the characters around Nate and possibly in the reader. We may end up both liking and disliking Nate, identifying in moments but perhaps disagreeing, or even pitying his entanglement in animal impulses and narrow thoughts. Or we may find him repugnant all the way through. A range of reactions seem valid. Waldman complicates the social ethics on view.
Some of the male reviewer interpretations on Amazon make interesting post-reading too. I would *not* box this novel in a "chick lit" category, though yes, fans of that genre might find Nathaniel P. a good read.
On the down side, as some other reviewers have noted, the story is thin on plot. In Waldman's next novel, one hopes for more.
One aspect of the narrative style, I'm not sure about. That is, Waldman tells more than she shows. And she employs a flashback device every time Nate encounters a character we're seeing for the first time. This is a risky narrative style in the age of 500 channels; although come to think of it, telling *is* making a comeback in reality show talk-to-the-camera takes.
Sometimes I found this novel to be a bit overwritten. In places it felt implausible for the character in the flow of the moment. Like here, Waldman has Nate putting florid words to leg hair visible over the rim of his sock:
"Elisa had introduced him to the concept of eyebrow grooming, just as she'd introduced him to many other aesthetic innovations, such as socks that didn't climb halfway up his calves. `Like tomatoes on a vine,' she'd said, frowning at the ring where his socks ended and his leg hair came bounding out, wild with gesticulative fervor." (p. 43)
And here:
"Nate went inside for another drink. While he waited at the bar, shrill peals of laughter rang through the beery air." (p. 94)
Does Nate really train his senses on this high-flung mixed metaphor of atmospherics while waiting at the bar?
The quality of the narrative comes and goes in waves, sometimes rolling up a nice little surge of wit, or social psychic insight. Sometimes a scene sizzles for a moment even as is shows misalignment in Nate's life with women. The writing comes off with more good touches than bad. On the whole, there is enough here to make the novel a good one.
Perhaps the Love Affairs of Nathantiel P isn't for everyone, but I'm glad I read it. I would say the story is cautiously exciting in spots and rueful at many points along the way, sometimes both in the same scene. Nate and his friends appear variously drifting or delighted, decadent or dilapidated, doomed or deplorable -- depending to some extent on what you make of them in that moment.
Nathaniel (Nate) Pivens claims he doesn't care about the cheese, yet he stumbles awkwardly in and out of relationships. He's thirty, living in Brooklyn, and is a writer on the rise. His social circle lines their bookshelves with works by Borges, Sevvo, and Bulgakov. They are the literati. The striving and not-so-striving writers who work for publishers, write for magazines, and in their free time hope to become the next great novelist. It's from the literati herd that Nate hunts for his romantic relationships. Most of the women in the group are as well read as his Harvard self or at least pretend to be and that's good enough for him. Pity is needed for the women who see Nate as a catch.
The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P by Adelle Waldman opens with a scene that equates to a chalk outline of all the relationships Nate has failed at and will fail at. Nate's self-talk is cringe-worthy. He describes dating as treading on women's weaknesses and dismisses their feelings when they stray from logic in the least degree. He believes women, like men, "were as capable of rational thought; they just didn't appear to be interested in it."
Children are expert rationalizers, especially, anytime they do something wrong like accidentally punch their brother. One reason after another explains their innocent actions. Nate reminds me of a child. He's an imaginative rationalizer. When his relationships flounder, he always has a logical reason that recants his bad behavior.
Nate's the jerk with no self-awareness who is also your best friend. Fortunately, most of my male friends who used to fall into this category have changed their ways after becoming fathers of daughters (karma?). For my friends, the realization that some jerk may treat or think about their daughters the way they used to act toward women set them on the path of atonement.
But Nate's not a daddy yet and at his rate of failed relationships may never become one. His most healthy relationship with a woman is with Aurit, who's a platonic friend and a respected fellow writer. She disembowels his rationalizations, not in a therapist way, but in a calling him on his BS way.
Nate's thoughts are frustratingly too honest and simultaneously endearing which makes him hard to hate. His take on dating, like several of his thoughts, states a quiet communal truth: "It's meritocracy applied to personal life, but there's no accountability. We submit ourselves to these intimate inspections and simultaneously inflict them on others and try to keep our psyches intact - to keep from becoming cold and callous - and we hope that at the end of it we wind up happier than our grandparents, who didn't spend this vast period of their lives, these prime years, so thoroughly alone, cold and explicitly anatomized again and again."
It's these kind of thoughts that smooth Nate's mildly misogynist edge and uncloaks his insecurities. The psychic walk through Nate's brain reveals that he's spent most of his life on the fringe of popularity. The upcoming publishing of his book has ameliorated his popularity with women and within the literati. But most of his memories echo a sadness that stems from not always understanding social mores and from his deep desire to fit in. His frequent reference to his parents' immigrant status hints at the duality of identity that children of immigrants often express as a result of straddling two cultures - one at home, a different one at school.
I rated the book four out of five stars on Goodreads. The writing is excellent and has a siren quality to it. The rating is also supported by my being fooled. I was convinced that the story was written by a man until my finger swiped to the author bio. I like stories that expose fissures in my assumptions about myself and the world. The fact that Waldman is a woman erupted my belief that I was mature enough to not buy into the Mars versus Venus argument. Apparently, I'm the mental age of a thirteen year old.
Am I a sexist? Most of my life, the male species has surrounded me. I have three brothers, no sisters. My cousins are mostly male. I spent twelve years working in the male-dominated tech field. I've been so thoroughly schooled in the male world that when I birthed a son, a dear friend responded, "Thank goodness, what would you do with a girl?" She wasn't being sarcastic. If it wasn't for being in a sorority in college, I may have never applied mascara or learned how to balance a checkbook.
If a guy had written the book, my guilt wouldn't be so heavy. I've been married for over a decade and never questioned that my husband would want anything different from our relationship than what I do - love and support. I couldn't imagine him ever having the thoughts that Nate does; yet, I easily found the thoughts believable of any other guy. Believing in Nate's character is like thinking that every packet of sugar, but the one you're eating tastes sour.
So, I'll dismiss my sexist lapse by taking the Nate way out and rationalize. Waldman's debut is an incredible study of character, not only of Nate, but almost everyone Nate comes into contact with. As Nate delves into his past or examines his current girlfriends, each word pieces pixels together into a detailed image of a person. Each person's description in turn further builds Nate's character. The rationalization is that Nate was very believable so much so that by the end of the novel, I knew enough about Nate to cringe again when his thoughts foreshadowed one more potential plunge off the failed-relationship-cliff.
Pick The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P. up or download it. It's a fast, enjoyable read.
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In the acknowledgements Adelle Waldman generously thanks a number of people who were involved in the creative process. As I know nothing much about New York (except what I have seen in old movies), and nothing at all about the latest generation of its inhabitants, I assume that her satire hits the mark. Even in my ignorance I enjoyed many amusing moments neatly described.
The reviewer in The Sunday Business Post offers terms such as "darker and more profound" and suggests that "this is a novel that anyone interested in how we live now should read". I agree. There is an almost nihilistic perception of humanity masked behind the astute observation, even a touch of desperation. But I have to be careful here as I am from a generation that prefers more implication and a less explicit approach and allowing more tolerance of human foibles that afforded by younger observers than myself.
Perhaps this novel is the latest version of romantic fiction. At least the hero appears to end the story with a very attractive companion.
The cover has an endorsement by Jonathan Franzen. That is good enough for me!
Nate is not insensitive to his failures in sustaining a relationship. So when he hooks up with Hannah everything goes well for a few months, but then it's suddenly all changed, and he wants out. It strikes me that he is rather jaded. There seems to be an element of competition to this endless round of bedding and leaving, leaving and bedding. He tries to be what his women want, but he is so rigorously self-involved and witlessly narcissistic that he cannot sustain a relationship - even with Hannah, a woman more than willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and who, undoubtedly understands him, and in many ways is his equal.
These well-dressed, successful and culturally secure women are, at heart, too needy. It strikes me that he wants to try to love them, but it also strikes me that he doesn't know how. Somehow, the giving gene has gone astray. Here's how the shallow privileged live. Their lives have turned into half-lives. What can we take away from such an artfully constructed and beautifully adroit book? A good deal of enjoyment at any rate, together with the feeling that Nate may well be doomed to wallow forever in the single man's state unless he gains sufficient maturity to wake up and smell the latte.
This is entirely credible - I found I could believe the account of the Brooklyn literary scene and Nathaniel's friends as well as in Nathaniel and his various girl friends. I also found it quite thought provoking.
But I didn't find it as entertaining as other readers - perhaps because I moved into would-be psychological analysis of what was making Nathaniel tick and why things were not working out for him.
The answer might be: he needs in a relationships someone with a very healthy narcissism such as he himself displays - a relationship is just not going to work if too much of the compromise is on one side.
That's quite a satisfying moral to walk away with - but then if I wanted to read narratives with morals of that kind, perhaps I should have been reading account of counselling or psychotherapy, not a novel about would-be novelists in Brooklyn.
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The beauty of the writing and the razor sharp but sympathetic portrayal of the flawed characters is reminiscent of Jane Austen (the highest possible praise IMHO).
(Let's hope the film of the book is not as bad as the film of One Day)


