I LOVE YOU STUPID! by Harry Mazer


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Marcus Rosenbloom, the fat, fantasizing 14-year-old of Dollar Man (1974), is now 17 and a senior. He's no longer fat but he's still fantasizing--only now the daydreams are all about One Thing. Marcus has sex on his mind, but none in his past--and his oafish, hyper behavior around girls isn't likely to change his luck. When Wendy, an old childhood friend, returns to town, she and Marcus become easy friends once more. She confides to him her crush on Marcus' smoother friend; he admits to his longing for the glamorous art curator whose little boy he sits for; and they both acknowledge their reluctant virgin status. What could make more sense, then, when both their romantic dreams are dashed, than a businesslike agreement to ""go together""--over that Great Wall that separates kiddies from the sexually experienced? It's great, until Wendy comes to resent Marcus' incessant demands for sex. It's miserable when she refuses to see him, maintaining that ""sex is not a good enough reason for sex."" It's all over. . . until graduation night when he blurts out ""I love you Stupid,"" and she accepts that there is more to their relationship. Indeed it has progressed since the two got together because, as their agreement read, ""The two young people have no one else to do it with, are tired of waiting for it to happen, and know they can trust each other not to [exploit] the upcoming event."" Marcus, too, has become noticeably more self-possessed, though he's a likable character from the start, partly because of his inept and self-defeating rashness. A nice unromanticized love story, told with both empathy and perspective.

Pub Date: Sept. 9th, 1981
Publisher: T. Y. Crowell