After a while I can't stand it. There's more self-doubt here than in Roth or Updike. Klam's characters would never make such assumptions. The very, very flawed kind. That's my idea of love, actually, those endless first two weeks, early on, when all you care about is love.
Men cherish such adolescent ideals, but they are fleeting.
Klam's book charts an arc toward marriage, and the tone darkens as if in anticipation of disaster. Picture us picturing ourselves as next in line for our own wedding weekend. As self-doubt and confusion slide toward marriage, desire hits its terminus. It's where the sidewalk ends. Revulsion did not describe the problem.