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It's a Saturday morning in Brooklyn. Joel Miller, age twenty-eight, stands outside his locked bathroom door. Behind it are his girlfriend Lisa, a Dixie cup, and a pregnancy test. While she stalls for time, Miller is left in his hallway to wonder and wait: for the results of the test, for the pieces of his addled life to come together, for some kind of divine intervention to guide his actions when Lisa finally emerges.

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It's a Saturday morning in Brooklyn. Joel Miller, age twenty-eight, stands outside his locked bathroom door. Behind it are his girlfriend Lisa, a Dixie cup, and a pregnancy test. While she stalls for time, Miller is left in his hallway to wonder and wait: for the results of the test, for the pieces of his addled life to come together, for some kind of divine intervention to guide his actions when Lisa finally emerges.

Thus begins Lauren Grodstein's beguiling debut novel, a wise, wonderfully assured journey deep into the heart of the commitmentphobic male. Awaiting test results that could determine his future, Miller finds himself replaying all he has seen of love so far. There was his father Stan's awkward balancing act between doting father and failed husband, and his mother Bay's refusal to accept that Stan was never coming back. There was his playboy friend Grant's devastation upon falling for the one woman he couldn't have. And most of all, there was Miller's own prior relationship—with Blair, the aloof beauty he can't stop thinking about, the one who got away. With past and present colliding in his hallway, Miller begins to realize just how little he really knows about intimacy, love and potential fatherhood—and more important, about what he's going to do next.

Reproduction is the Flaw of Love fearlessly charts the romantic odyssey of one endearing New York bachelor, and in so doing illuminates some universal truths about family, loyalty, devotion, and love.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Grodstein's first novel (after 2002's collection The Best of Animals) is a sweet, honest account of the life and loves of 20-something Joel Miller. It's a rainy Saturday, and Miller has just been directed to walk the 12 blocks to the independent drug store in Park Slope, Brooklyn, to buy his girlfriend a pregnancy test. The rest of the novel takes place as Miller waits outside the bathroom door for Lisa to reveal the results, all the while pondering past loves and future concerns. There was his father Stan's stiff advice to "Remember the consequences, son" of what he called "the deed"-but here Miller is, living with a long-haired, potentially pregnant third-grade teacher with a broken leg. They are "admirable roommates"; they have regular "brisk, healthy sex." But is it enough? Miller recalls the complicated bonds between his depressed mother, Bay, and his father; he spent his high school years weaving his way through the emotional consequences of his father's departure and his mother's instability. But even more powerfully, Miller recalls his first love, Blair, the Park Avenue beauty whose attentions made him feel like he was "eating chocolate for the first time after a lifetime of bread." But Blair eventually teaches him a wrenching lesson about the truths of love. Grodstein's effortless prose slides forward and back in time, charting universal doubts with both specificity and economy. Her story is modest, but compulsively readable, as her familiar characters-a fumbling father, a sad mother, a confused boy, a fratty best friend and an ice princess-move in paths both inevitable and surprising. Agent, Julie Barer. (July) Forecast: This book is perfect for the kind of rainy Saturday it describes; readers will find it touching, pleasing and easy to devour in a single afternoon. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Joel hovers around the bathroom door, pondering issues of commitment, as his girlfriend takes a pregnancy test. There's a big push behind this debut novel from the author of the collection The Best of Animals. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
One rainy night in Brooklyn, a youngish woman asks her live-in boyfriend to fetch a pregnancy test from the drugstore. Some banter ensues. Are we in for a comic novel with serious overtones, or a serious novel with a comic edge?Actually, neither one, and that's the problem. Boyfriend Miller dutifully trots off to the drugstore, but we don't find out until the end whether Lisa is pregnant; in the interim, we meander through Miller's life, as boy and man (someone should send the author to the plot store), in a tone that's fitfully comic. Grodstein likes drawing up fun lists as much as Letterman, though hers are shorter. (Sample: in Miller's life, "Some Close Calls So Far.") Yet there's nothing that funny about his parents' divorce when Miller is 14. His father, Stan, is a pharmaceuticals salesman and takes long business trips that send his wife, Bay, into fits of weeping. They divorce, and Miller chooses to stay with his mother, who continues to mope while Miller wets his bed. All this is more pathetic than funny. The big event in Miller's life comes when he meets Blair Carter. By now he's in his mid-20s, living in Queens, working for a dot-com. Blair is cute as a button and lives with her father on Park Avenue; she also works for him but, curiously, none of her friends have met him. Miller falls for Blair big-time. Why she would fall for this chain-smoking slob is as mysterious as her father's whereabouts, and she does eventually dump him ("you loved me too much"). Not to worry. Soon Lisa will pick him up on line in a Krispy Kreme and make room for him in her Brooklyn place, though Miller realizes (back to the beginning) that he doesn't love her enough to bring up a baby with her.Grodstein's collection (The Best of Animals, 2002) showed she had yet to find her voice, something still the case with her first novel. Agent: Julie Barer/Sanford J. Greenburger Associates
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781740936576
  • Publisher: Bolinda Publishing
  • Publication date: 2/28/2006
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 6.94 (w) x 6.64 (h) x 1.37 (d)

Meet the Author

Lauren Grodstein received her MFA in creative writing from Columbia University. She is also the author of a short-story collection, The Best of Animals.

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Reproduction is the Flaw of Love

By Lauren Grodstein

Random House

Copyright (C) 2004 by Lauren Grodstein
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0385337701

Chapter One

Five Minutes Ago

Miller wanted to go to Rite Aid, but Lisa wanted him to go to Smith Drug, and this is what they found themselves fighting about in the sticky five minutes after she announced that her period was late. “It’s probably nothing,” she said. “Go to Smith and grab me an E.P.T. stick. And also some more Crest. We’re almost out.”

“There’s a new tube under the sink,” Miller told her. “What do you mean, it’s probably nothing? How late are you?”

Lisa sighed and stuck a pen in between the pages of the book she was reading, to hold her place. This was how she liked to fight: sighing and feigning distraction. The book was Mrs. Bridge. “Six days. And there’s no new tube under the sink—that’s the one we just finished. Go to Smith Drug,” she repeated.

“Rite Aid’s closer.”

“Smith’s independent.”

“It’s raining out.”

“I thought we were going to support the little guys.”

“You might be pregnant.”

“Miller,” she said to him, and picked her book back up. “It’s probably nothing.”

He looked at her face closely, to see if she meant it—was it Nothing? or maybe this was really Something?—but she closed her eyes and yawned and it was impossible to determine. This felt strange to him, because Lisa was rarely impossible.

Miller rolled his eyes at the dog. The dog snuffled and yawned. This all happened five minutes ago.

Some Background

Joel Miller and Lisa Stanislaw live together in Brooklyn, in three small rooms painted yellow. The apartment belonged to Lisa before Miller moved in, and therefore Miller suffers certain daily indignities—lacy ruffled curtains, a teakettle shaped like a duck, a black-and-white poster, over the television, of a towheaded boy offering flowers to a towheaded girl. When Miller moved in eight months ago, he and Lisa made compromises—he was allowed to smoke indoors; she was allowed to keep that fucking poster. So.

These days, despite their respective concessions, the pair make admirable roommates, agreeing on grocery store decisions and bathroom cleaning and music. They gladly pay for air-conditioning, but have jointly vetoed cable. They play the Stones and Chaka Khan on the CD player. They like to cook ravioli together, and three to four times a week enjoy brisk, healthy sex. They also share the yawning, snuffling dog, Harry, and, to sum up, rarely step on each other’s toes. It is a peaceable existence.

The corner of Brooklyn that Lisa and Miller inhabit is called Park Slope: leafy blocks jammed with renovated brownstones and cheery ice-cream parlors and taped-up flyers announcing lost cats or stoop sales. Lisa has lived here for six years—since three days after her Barnard graduation—and Miller knows that she prides herself on being very much of the neighborhood. Storekeepers wave to her on her walk home; she smiles and waves back. Her favorite mornings are the ones in bright summer when Long Island farmers set up stalls at the mouth of Prospect Park and call it a “greenmarket.” On these mornings, Lisa wakes up early to jostle for dented blueberries and slightly viscous zucchini bread. As for Miller, it took him a while to acclimate to the Park Slope penchants for eating organic and supporting independent businesses. Before Brooklyn, he’d lived on the Upper East Side and drank two Starbucks mocha lattes daily. Although the lattes made Miller feel girly, their Starbucks provenance never left him feeling like a bad citizen.

But his girl has her ideas.

Lisa is, currently, a first-grade teacher with a broken leg. Miller finds her pretty in a quiet way: long brown hair, straight nose, small chin. She wears straw hats and ankle-length batik skirts. Once in a while Miller wishes she’d get a nose ring, dye her hair platinum, or tattoo a flower on her ankle. He wishes she’d come home in a black leather miniskirt, and occasionally it fills him with a sad resignation to know she never will.

Nevertheless, Miller is quite attached to each of Lisa’s charms: clear skin, generous spirit, big breasts, conscientious nature. She is an optimist, and comes equipped with an abiding love of the underdog; hence Prospect Park over Central, the bus over the subway, the Atlantic Monthly over the New Yorker. She’s forever handing out change to panhandlers and smiling at babies in strollers. She organizes an annual winter coat drive at the school where she teaches. She pays her bills on time.

“I think it’s still raining,” Miller says.

“It should be clearing any moment.” Another thing about Lisa: she always knows the forecast.

And yet, while Miller is grateful for all the good things about his girl, he finds it troubling that, taken as a whole, they are usually no challenge to the memory of the girl who came before her. •••

Harry the dog noses around Lisa’s cast, which is starting to smell a bit funky after two weeks bound to her leg during a sticky, humid spring. “Oh, Harry-bones,” Lisa says, tickling him under his hairy gray chin. She loves Harry, spoils him, treats him to whole roasted marrow bones she orders off the Internet. “You’d go to the pharmacy for me, wouldn’t you? You’d do a favor for a poor girl with a broken leg, right?”

“For God’s sake.” Miller glowers. How he wishes that Lisa had gone on the pill like a normal woman. Each of his previous girlfriends had been on the pill, and as far as Miller knows, not a single one of them had ever gotten pregnant. But, no, Lisa can’t stand birth control pills; they make her feel bloated, moody, aggressive, sleepy, angry, sad. They are an unnatural intervention in her body’s biorhythms. Lisa prefers condoms.

“You know, maybe if you had stayed on the pill . . .” he says.

“Miller,” she groans, withdrawing her hand from Harry’s chin. “Please go.” The rain outside their front-room windows beats down loudly. “Smith is twelve blocks away,” he says.

“Why are you being a pain about this?”

“I’m just saying . . .” he protests. “It’s raining out, and who knows if Smith even sells E.P.T.?”

“Smith sells E.P.T.,” she says. “And if they don’t, get me a different test. I don’t care. Do you need money?”

“I have money,” he says. “It’s not about money.”

“Miller, I really want to get this test taken care of. Today. Like now. We’ve got Bonnie’s dinner thing tonight and I won’t be able to eat otherwise.”

“Do you really think you’re pregnant?”

“I don’t know,” she says. She sighs again and leans her head back against the cushions of the greenish plaid sofa they found together at a garage sale. She is wearing one of his old T-shirts and a pair of her own shorts, her cast propped up on the chipped glass coffee table. It is eleven a.m. on a cool gray Saturday. It is April. There is no way, Miller thinks, that she can be pregnant.

“Listen,” she says. “Don’t worry. If it turns out I am, we’ll figure something out.” She pulls her hair off her face, and he can see the knotty veins through the skin of her hands. He can also see that her hands are trembling.

“Of course we will,” Miller says, hit with an unexpected whoosh of sympathy. “We’ll figure it out.” He sits down next to her and kisses her. He puts a hand on her cool right cheek. “You’re not pregnant, you know.”

“But I might be.”

He kisses her again. “I’ll be back soon.”

She nods, smiles primly, and turns back to her book. And so Miller walks the twelve blocks to Smith Drug soaking wet, because despite Lisa’s forecasting it’s still raining, and Miller didn’t want to ask her where to find the umbrella.

In the Life of Joel J. Miller, Some Close Calls So Far:

1.The very first time he stole anything. During one November lunch hour in the first grade, Miller pilfered seventy-four cents from the money jar Mrs. DeCesare kept on the far left corner of her desk. Young Miller had wanted the seventy-four cents to buy a Chocolate Dream Bar at the fifth-grade ice-cream sale; even though Chocolate Dreams only cost sixty cents, he figured he might as well take what he could. He closed the jar just as DeCesare reentered the room, and when she saw him alone in the darkened classroom, she seemed to grow worried and then quickly annoyed. “Go to the fifth-grade ice-cream sale,” she commanded, in a voice paved with nicotine and irritation. He followed her instructions, clutching the contraband nickels and pennies in his sweaty little palm. If DeCesare ever noticed that the money jar was short seventy-four cents, she never pinned the larceny on him. He got lucky. Nevertheless, for months following the incident, Miller suffered from guilty nightmares, and knew fear.

2.The Friday night that Allie Friedman first gave him a blow job on her parents’ bed. Allie was his twelfth-grade girlfriend, and in defense of them both, the blow job episode was not as sordid as one might initially assume. In fact, Allie was using the oral ministrations to maintain her virginity for as long as she could. Miller, a jaded seventeen, sorely longed for more. He had tried all the standard horny-adolescent stratagems: the testaments to eternal devotion, the appeal to reason (“it’s gotta go sometime”), and the declaration that he knew she couldn’t enjoy giving head as much as she swore up and down that she did. Dear Allie. One night a few months later, after Miller had finally wrestled her to the floor in an extended make-out session, messed around under her hot, damp panties for a good twenty minutes, told her that he loved her, and made his standard appeal to reason, she exhaled and said, “Jesus, fine, I can’t take it anymore.” But the look in her eyes was one of such profound resignation that he immediately lost his hard-on and ended up remaining a virgin until his freshman year at Brown. As for the close call: Allie was tending to Miller on her parents’ bed (they liked it in there, because they could watch racy movies on HBO while they dry-humped), when Mr. and Mrs. Friedman got home from the theater an hour before their estimated time of arrival. Allie, sweet, cautious Allie, heard the garage door opening, zipped Miller up, and wiped her lips just as the front door closed; Mr. and Mrs. Friedman found them, improbably, sitting in the hallway between Allie’s bedroom and their own, “just talking,” Miller hunched over and legs crossed to hide his pulsing erection, Allie leaning drowsily against a wall. He was sure he could hear both their hearts pounding through their shirts. However, much like good Mrs. DeCesare, if the Friedmans thought anything strange about the scene they happened in on, neither of them ever said a word.

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  • Anonymous

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    I'd read "A Friend of the Family" by this author and was not very impressed, but this novel sounded like something I'd be more interested in, so I gave it a try.
    If you're looking for a quick read that is also well-written, you'll enjoy this story. Characters feel real and the plot moves along smoothly. Satisfying ending as well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2004

    I really like it....

    I was surprised by this first time novel by Grodstein. I enjoyed her short stories on a recommendation from a friend and had heard the premise of this novel and wondered how she would be able to keep it all together. She did a remarkable job. Although the time that passes in the novel is just a few hours, Miller's history comes through using a number of flashbacks and catchy section headings. It was at times both funny and sad, and Grodstein's ability to write from a male's perspective was fascinating... (of course I am not a guy, so I have no idea what they think - but what she writes sounds pretty good). I would definitely recommend picking up this book, and look forward to another novel by this storyteller. And I love the title.

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