Toby Fleishman is a 41 year old jewish doctor, 5'5" tall, and sort of a shlemiel. He is soon to be divorced from Rachel, the wife of his nightmares. Despite earning close to $300,000 annually, he wears frayed shirts and feels like he's poor compared to his neighbors on the Upper East Side. He has two children and is trying to have a productive social life (sex and more sex) but Rachel doesn't adhere to the separation agreement and drops the kids off at any old time, even the middle of the might.
I had high expectations for this book and anticipated a 'Jonathon Tropper' or Philip Roth type experience. However, for want of a better description, it is boring and redundant. There were only so many times I wanted to hear about Toby's internet sexting experiences, the 'visuals' he loved on dating sites, and his desire to have a second chance at life. The book read like 'Sex and the City', with each episode being the same one. By page 100 I stifled a yawn and decided not to finish the book. I have a 75 page rule, meaning I quit a book after 75 pages if it doesn't grab me, but I extended my reading an extra 25 pages.
What was also annoying about this novel other than the repetition, was that it is told from different people's perspectives. I had trouble identifying who was talking or whether it was Toby in first person. Sometimes the book slipped into third person, like when Toby reminisces about meeting Rachel, and there seemed to be no special point to this confusing chorus.
If you want a book to read on the plane or at the beach, and you think you'd enjoy 'Sex and the City' with a definitively jewish bent, this book might resonate with you.
- Hardcover: 352 pages
- Publisher: Wildfire; 1 edition (18 June 2019)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1472267052
- ISBN-13: 978-1472267054
- Product Dimensions: 15.9 x 3.6 x 23.9 cm
- Boxed-product Weight: 599 g
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- Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 18,553 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)