#Redhand eve series#

She propositions her own employee who, after the short but spicy affair, is understandably uncomfortable with her position in the company, eventually feeling the need to leave. Add to the fact that the threesome includes a barely college age, non-drinking age male, and you definitely have a scenario that appeals more to the male side.Įve’s decisions themselves – judgment ahead – are purely immoral. The sudden shifts could, perhaps, be explained in character yet Eve remains a static doll, propped up and moved along, her desires ending in a fantasy-land threesome that just has “male author” written all over it. This is furthered by the fact that one encounter satisfies Eve who from thence forward is back to being herself and only interested in men, despite the budding and prolonged fascination with her female coworker which took over much of the book. Her fascination with porn, and the instant lesbian porn angle, feel more like pandering to a fantasizing male audience (reminiscent of The New Yorker’s article on how women view male authors female renditions) than a true exploration of sexuality. She has never heard the term MILF before (not believable) and apparently despite having been married and having a child, knows little to nothing about the sexual aspects of her being. All the attempts at shocking scenarios either fall flat from the prospective of pure logic or otherwise leave readers disgusted with characters who employ juvenile misuses of sex to harm the lives – and jobs – of each other.

Fletcher, however, never really gets outside of the box. Perrotta intends to give us a dirty book with a heart – one that explores meaning in life and sex and picks apart the strictures of society to examine what really is right, at the individual level – like Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying. Fletcher without falling into the static rhythm of “then this happened, and then this, and then this.” There is no magic in the summary, no transition, and that actually mirrors the feel of the book.

It’s difficult to even write a plot summary on Mrs. Add in one of Brendan’s high school enemies, a convenient yet perhaps not totally above-board plumber, an embarrassing art project, and some weirdly off-kilter ruminations on autism and familial favoritism, and you have a book desperately trying to be shocking that instead falls into a formula with a lazy “I don’t know, what do you think” ending.

#Redhand eve series#

Meanwhile, at Eve’s day job at the Senior Center, a not-safe-for-work relationship between herself and her employee develops, Margo is invited to star a new speaker series at the nursing home which fails miserably, and the implications of Eve’s old world and new world face off. While Brendan discovers that college isn’t all about the party, Eve goes off the opposite deep end. Eve begins her second college experience, awakening to her sexuality and the possibilities just as Brendan begins his descent – a disastrously and publicly failed relationship and disintegrating grades. From here, with Margo in one ear and the mysterious MILF text tantalizing her fantasies, Eve develops an obsession with MILF porn, especially scenarios between an older woman and a younger woman. Margo is everything except conventional and through her class, Eve begins to develop a bigger perspective on the world while taking mental notes on the narrow-minded men forced to take the class (no other electives were available). That’s when she gets the mystery text – U R my MILF! and everything, including her perception of who she can be and the rules she has to follow, begins to dramatically change.Īs Eve navigates the choppy waters of narrow social mores (and morals), she starts taking a college course on Gender and Society, taught by a former pro-baseball player, now transgender teacher, Margo Fairchild. But she doesn’t and after a dissatisfying farewell to a son already forgetting her and choosing his new, equally douchey college bro friends, Eve returns home to an empty house to browse her phone in an empty bed – failed marriage behind her, failed child rearing in stark evidence. Clearly, as a responsible, modern mom Eve should nip the problem in the bud. What has she raised!? How will Brendan fare in life if he says. On the day of, Eve nearly walks in on her moody, distant Brendan and his girlfriend in flagrante delicto and she overhears just enough of his casual, course misogyny to shake her parental confidence. She is preparing her son, the stereotypical entitled white-boy kegger-freak Brendan, for his first year at college. Eve Fletcher is a divorcee and an about-to-be empty nester.