PARADISE LOGIC

Simon Rich meets Sarah Silverman in this raunchy and farcical debut novel about one young woman’s epic quest for a boyfriend.

Narrator Reality Kahn, a 23-year-old Brooklynite, earns a living by starring in water park commercials (“I had that Hollywood thing”). After Reality’s casual-sex buddy suggests that she get a boyfriend, she becomes consumed by the idea and sets out to find a guy so she can be “the greatest girlfriend of all time.” At a party in Gowanus, she sees boyfriend material in Ariel Koffman, a crack-smoking New York University doctoral candidate who rescues her after she accidentally locks herself in the bathroom. Three months into their relationship, Ariel dodges Reality’s question about whether he considers himself her boyfriend, but she’s undeterred: “He would see in due time that this love was true and that our boyfriend-girlfriend destiny was a factual thing.” Throughout the novel, which contains graphic sex scenes and is periodically interrupted by experimental interludes, Reality has the man-crazed thoughts of a woman for whom the feminist movement and/or steady oxygen flow to the brain never happened. (As someone asks Ariel about Reality, “Is she of, ah, how do you say in English? Very idiotic? She has been kicked in the head by a horse?”) Reality’s lack of self-awareness seems to be a comment on the havoc wreaked on an online generation endlessly fed content designed to erode confidence and critical-thinking skills, especially in women (Reality reliably consults her favorite magazine, Girlfriend Weekly). The novel has some genuinely funny moments, but even fans of social satire may find Reality’s shtick tiresome, and for some readers, being expected to care about the fate of a charmless and irredeemably self-absorbed character may be a Brooklyn Bridge too far.

Bawdy, occasionally hilarious, and an acquired taste for sure.