MOSTLY TRUE CONFESSIONS: Looking for Love in the Eighties by Jean Gonick

MOSTLY TRUE CONFESSIONS: Looking for Love in the Eighties

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Based on her magazine columns, this collection convinces you that although love is hard to find, a date with someone who isn't a lummox, a bore, a fascist, a narcissist or worse is even harder to come by. The author is an involved student of mating-game foibles and angst. The cheap date, the matchmaker, the deadbeat and a rag-tag bunch of ships that pass in the night are captured here in a way that will amuse most readers and keep the rest in stitches. Watch out for the guy who serves red food--enchiladas or meatballs and spaghetti--with jug wine on the side. Not as nasty as Fran Lebowitz or as staunchly bourgeois as Erma Bombeck, the writer strikes an appealing stance--she likes her bumbling Romeos and Juliets. How to find Mr. or Ms. Right these days is beginning to sound like the quest for the Holy Grail. However, Gonick will make those who have wandered in that desperate vale laugh at their own folly. The dialogue sounds like what you might hear at a cocktail party or while on line at Bloomingdale's. All too embarrassing and very real. She has a good ear and a discerning eye. There are 28 vignettes, enough for the reader to find plenty of favorites even if some leave you cold. The love game is so trying that a few laughs will help its adepts and not-so-adepts face tomorrow with egos steeled for the fray and hearts amending. Humor is a wonderful analgesic and the author knows how to administer it. Light reading, but don't be misled--there's a mailed fist in the furry muff, and if you aren't careful, she'll nail you.

Pub Date: May 2nd, 1986
Publisher: Random House