基本信息·出版社：St. Martin's Griffin ·页码：256 页 ·出版日期：2007年07月 ·ISBN：0312349785 ·International Standard Book Number：03123497 ...
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基本信息·出版社：St. Martin's Griffin
·页码：256 页
·出版日期：2007年07月
·ISBN：0312349785
·International Standard Book Number：0312349785
·条形码：9780312349783
·EAN：9780312349783
·版本：1st
·装帧：平装
·正文语种：英语
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A highly praised observer of contemporary life and author of
Kreamer vs. Kramer and
A Perfect Divorce, Corman zeroes in on single life, modern stress, and religious faith in
The Boyfriend from Hell.Veronica Delaney, single, in her twenties, a freelance writer working on an article about a satanic cult leader, becomes involved with a dazzling, charismatic man, and she is turned inside out. With his unique storytelling gifts, Corman creates a wonderful, identifiable female character whose circumstance parallels that of so many women... and then it begins to turn. Is this boyfriend a typically uncommitted male or is he hiding something? Is he wonderfully supportive or is he excessively manipulative? Is he dramatically high maintenance or is he inherently evil? From this insightful novelist, here is a spellbinding tale that is true-to-life, deeply involving, and ultimately terrifying.
作者简介 AVERY CORMAN is the author of
Kramer vs. Kramer, the novel that became the basis for the Academy Award-winning motion picture. His other novels include
The Old Neighborhood,
50,
Prized Possessions,
Oh, God!, and
A Perfect Divorce. He lives in New York City.
编辑推荐 “Corman’s typically straightforward, unadorned writing style perfectly complements the offbeat, slightly eerie material and keeps the story from making an unwanted segue from realism into fantasy. Another winner from a writer who should be far more widely read than he is.” –
Booklist “The author is excellent with small details of setting and of personality.” –
Publishers Weekly 文摘 Chapter One This was the forum. The date. The “who-are-you, what-are-your-interests” venue. He reminded her of one of those preening males on the reality television shows where the women compete for attention, desperate to get to the next staged round. His blond hair was treated with something—she wasn’t sure which particular hair product guys used to make their hair sit perfectly—gel, something. The hair was great, out of F. Scott Fitzgerald, and he was wearing an elegant pinstriped double-breasted suit she figured cost more than half her wardrobe; light brown eyes, narrow face; a former squash player for Williams College, which he wedged into the conversation, now a squash champion on the squash circuit. And a mergers-and-acquisitions champion, unusual for only twenty-nine, he told her. He needed to tell. He had a big day at the office and she happened to be his Monday night blind date. So he spun tales of himself, business warrior tales, converting the bar at the restaurant into his campfire, glowing with himself, a blondish, gel-ish glow. He knew she had gone to Brown, so he seemed to place her somewhere within his social class and assumed she cared one whit about corporate life, or his corporate life. He rolled on, Lou Dobbs on Money Watch. With his credentials on the table he finally focused on her, obliged, according to the rituals, to show interest. She imagined him at this point with a Rockette, asking, “And how, exactly, did you learn to kick so high?” He asked his questions and she answered. She was finishing an article for Vanity Fair about the new generation of young theater actresses. And how did she first get into writing? In high school. And where was that? Bronx Science. He nodded, saying nothing, and she surmised he had never heard of the place, or never met anyone in his life who went anywhere with a Bronx in it. He told her he once thought about writing for his high school paper—
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