Who Wrote the Book of Love?
Vignettes from the author's childhood provide the material for the construction of what is at once comic fiction, imaginative historical reportage, and an ironically nostalgic confession. The book evokes the tone and tempo of a decade during which America was blatantly happy, wholesome, and confident, and yet, at the same time, deeply fearful of communism and nuclear holocaust. Siegel recounts both the cheer and the paranoia of the period and the ways in which those sentiments informed wondering about sex and falling in love.
"Part of my plan," Mark Twain wrote in The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, "has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked." With the same motive, Lee Siegel has written what Twain might have composed had he been Jewish, raised in Beverly Hills in the 1950s, and joyously obsessed with sex and love.
You Love Her with All Your Heart
1950 - 1951
Chapter Two: You Tell Her
You're Never, Never, Never, Never, Never Gonna Part
1952 - 1953
In Chapter Three, Remember The Meaning of Romance
1954 - 1955
In Chapter Four, You Break Up,
But You Give Her Just One More Chance
1956 - 1957
By Chapter Five, She Loves You,
And All Your Dreams Come True
1958 - 1959
"Like many boys, the young Siegel has a sex life in this Freudian sense, but it's not exactly something he lives so much as something he obsessively imagines. As such, his world is filled with longing, misinformed speculation (he mistakes his mother's tampon for dynamite, for instance) and a very worn copy of The Swedish Sunbather. . . . It is moments and details like these, not the more eye-catching ones, that make this a memorable read."
"Hilarious. . . . A delicious, page-turning memoir that spans those doctor-playing, sex-obsessed, hormone-drenched years from 5 to 15. It's witty, warm, terribly sweet in places, and there’s never a dull moment on any single page. . . . Who Wrote the Book of Love? is not for the drear puritan. Yes, this charming book with so many laugh-out-loud sections, with its incurable nostalgia for youthful folly, is full of dirty thoughts, words and deeds. But I wonder if a more innocent book has been written lately. We're not like this anymore, and we're never going back. . . . Siegel has not just written a royally entertaining comic memoir, but he has given us a time capsule of our one-time national innocence, before every schoolchild could follow the antics of Monica Lewinsky and Michael Jackson on CNN."