From the Publisher
“This laugh-out-loud debut reminds us what it’s like to be young, broke, lost, and randy—in the best way. Rosen’s is a stand-out new voice, and he sings beautifully throughout.”
—David Lipsky, author of Absolutely American
“David J. Rosen has written a hilarious, smart, sexy, great, completely original debut novel. It’s as if Bright Lights, Big City had been given a polish by a young Woody Allen.”
—Darin Strauss, author of Chang and Eng and The Real McCoy
“Jason Strider is the most well-adjusted screw-up to come down the pike in a while . . . I Just Want My Pants Back is a laugh-out-loud funny, ultimately poignant look at one very nice guy’s awakening to adulthood.”
—Kate Christensen, author of In the Drink and The Epicure’s Lament
"I Just Want My Pants Back" is a novel that deserves all the praise it's going to get—Jason is a funny character, funny ha-ha and funny sad, but the most important thing: I’d follow him anywhere."
—Ain't It Cool News
“Rosen breathes new life into the genre with his incredible eye for comedic detail.”
—Kirkus Reviews; Selected, Promising Debuts From Important New Voices
Generic "boy" fiction, 2007-penis jokes, sneering blogosphere hipness, NYC infatuation, alterna-band lyrics as Holy Writ, verbatim emails, groundless irony, unearned weltschmerz. Jason calls his thing "Lil Petey." Not quite Noel Coward, but, with first-time novelist and MTV producer Rosen, that qualifies as wit. He also plays Karen Carpenter's bulimia, nuns, Korean cashiers, midgets, parents, children and hippies for yucks. In fact, he plays everyone but Jason, a Cornell honors grad (God help American higher education) who "works" a dead-end gig casting non-talents for ads but who is mainly-as he prettily puts it-"blinded by vagina." Jason chases Petey through bars, gulping Vicodin and Grail-questing for "Cute Post-Graduate Hipster Girls Who Love Indie Rock And Are Certified To Teach Pilates." Him? Geek-chic: "Jeans, Converse, old shrunken Izod, glasses." Obviously pop-culture punch-drunk (he confuses Brando's The Wild One and Peckinpah's The Wild Bunch), Rosen typecasts everyone. Jason's next-door neighbor? "The outfit was part Ted Nugent bow hunter, part Deadhead magic burrito maker." Her name's actually Patty, and she's a sweet bohemian in her 50s dying of lung cancer. Shamelessly, Rosen plays this plot-point for pathos. Whilst not summoning crocodile tears for La Boheme, Jason's on the trail of his favorite pair of Dickies, loaned out to a one-night stand. He's also asked by some hapless lovers to officiate as rabbi for their nuptials, requiring him to exert himself to the degree of consulting the Internet about how to defraud Judaism, just as, back in college, he used the Cliff Notes New Testament to pass History of Religion. Avoid. Unless you're drunk, self-infatuated and 21. Agent:Emilie Stewart/Anne Edelstein Literary Agency
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Palermo's heart lies hidden under its many outer layers. In this unusual guide to the beautiful Sicilian capital, Roberto Alajmo uncovers each stratum to reveal its true character. Although disguised as a tourist's handbook, Palermo has much more to offer than ordinary recommendations for the intrepid traveller - it gives an insight into the city from a lifelong resident's point of view, showcasing its hidden cultural and culinary jewels; portraying its people, and their secrets; touching on its politics and contentious mafia involvement. Seeing Palermo with one's own eyes is an inef fable experience, even for Alajmo; the essence of the city, its beauty, is the only aspect left to the reader to discover.