“Get out!” shouts the woman he lives with, and Britain’s Broadcasting Critic of the Year takes to the road for what he expects to be the greatest ride of his life. With no special purpose or destination in mind, Frank Ritz finds himself irresistibly drawn to revisiting places he remembers fondly — and what he remembers is sex, lots of it, down to the last anatomical detail. Frank savors the memory of his avid couplings and the women he enjoyed them with, their personal and sexual quirks as vivid to him now as they were decades before.
It would be easy to mistake this journey for a self-indulgent reverie interrupted by occasional trysts with prostitutes. More than an extended escapade of lechery and libido, Frank’s wanderings are also a kind of pilgrim’s progress. His encounters with his past make his mistakes all too palpable, and he begins to see the good side in the demands of his relationship. This catalogue of concupiscence turns out to be fundamentally a moral fable about a vividly imagined character who epitomizes the testosterone-driven male of the species. Seasoned with Howard Jacobson’s exuberant sense of humor and bursting with local color, it is deeply sympathetic to human frailty, fallibility, and the possibility of forgiveness.
Fiction
No More Mr. Nice Guy
- Review
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– February 14, 2012
Bob Goldfarb is president of Jewish Creativity International.
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