2008 Woodie Awards
Rookie author's 'Pants' unimpressive
Review: David J. Rosen "I Just Want My Pants Back"
Becky Korpi
Issue date: 9/20/07 Section: Entertainment
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(1 out of 5 stars)
With no well-established fan base to consider, first-time authors sometimes try too hard to relate to their readers and draw them in. Because I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, that's what I'm going to say went wrong with "I Just Want My Pants Back," the debut novel from David J. Rosen. As you may have already guessed, I bought the book solely because of its title. Unfortunately, that's the most impressive thing about it.
Rosen introduces us to the world of Jason Strider - a twenty-something with an Ivy League English degree and a crappy apartment in Manhattan. Toss in a job at a small casting company that he hates, and you've got a character that defines my generation. Rosen's background as a writer and producer for several shows on MTV serves him well here, since this protagonist could pretty much be anyone who watches the channel, especially because Rosen also equips Strider with an iPod.
As can be assumed of any adventurous young man fitting this demographic, Strider enjoys getting drunk, doing drugs and having one-night stands. In fact, the book begins after a night of al the above. On her way out of his apartment, Jane - the girl of the day - decides it's too cold outside to wear her skirt and borrows a pair of Strider's jeans. Although Strider doesn't even care to know Jane's last name, he deems it important to have both her cell phone number and e-mail address. In the days following their hookup, Strider tries contacting Jane again for another meeting as well as the return of his "good Dickies," but she ignores every attempt. When he finally sees those Dickies again, it's almost too ridiculous to be believable.
The premise of this book has the potential to be really funny, but Rosen decides to forgo humor and instead emphasize how great it is to be drunk and stoned all the time. Strider literally wakes up and arrives at least an hour late to work every morning, dicks around on the Internet during his shift instead of doing anything constructive and then transitions into evening by ordering from the same Chinese restaurant. He then finds a trendy hotspot to drink and do drugs with the ultimate goal of meeting and sleeping with a girl. Clearly, this is one of those people that you would hang out with once and then only call when you want to remind yourself why your life is on the right track. This is how every chapter works, and by the end I really wanted something awful to happen to him.
With no well-established fan base to consider, first-time authors sometimes try too hard to relate to their readers and draw them in. Because I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, that's what I'm going to say went wrong with "I Just Want My Pants Back," the debut novel from David J. Rosen. As you may have already guessed, I bought the book solely because of its title. Unfortunately, that's the most impressive thing about it.
Rosen introduces us to the world of Jason Strider - a twenty-something with an Ivy League English degree and a crappy apartment in Manhattan. Toss in a job at a small casting company that he hates, and you've got a character that defines my generation. Rosen's background as a writer and producer for several shows on MTV serves him well here, since this protagonist could pretty much be anyone who watches the channel, especially because Rosen also equips Strider with an iPod.
As can be assumed of any adventurous young man fitting this demographic, Strider enjoys getting drunk, doing drugs and having one-night stands. In fact, the book begins after a night of al the above. On her way out of his apartment, Jane - the girl of the day - decides it's too cold outside to wear her skirt and borrows a pair of Strider's jeans. Although Strider doesn't even care to know Jane's last name, he deems it important to have both her cell phone number and e-mail address. In the days following their hookup, Strider tries contacting Jane again for another meeting as well as the return of his "good Dickies," but she ignores every attempt. When he finally sees those Dickies again, it's almost too ridiculous to be believable.
The premise of this book has the potential to be really funny, but Rosen decides to forgo humor and instead emphasize how great it is to be drunk and stoned all the time. Strider literally wakes up and arrives at least an hour late to work every morning, dicks around on the Internet during his shift instead of doing anything constructive and then transitions into evening by ordering from the same Chinese restaurant. He then finds a trendy hotspot to drink and do drugs with the ultimate goal of meeting and sleeping with a girl. Clearly, this is one of those people that you would hang out with once and then only call when you want to remind yourself why your life is on the right track. This is how every chapter works, and by the end I really wanted something awful to happen to him.
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