I hold in extremely high regard the remarkable variance of output that Steve Martin produces. He is truly a fascinating character who has been around for decades, making himself widely known in his trademark guises. As a comedic actor, he is iconic, leaving an indelible mark on the entertainment industry. As a writer, he showcases his prowess by skillfully weaving cozy webs around sensitive and struggling characters.
In 1990's Shopgirl, Martin masterfully sculpts Vermont transplant and glove counter ingenue, Mirabelle Buttersfield, into a compelling LA heroine. Three years later, in 1993, The Pleasure of My Company follows the lonely and lost crusade. This time, it is with Daniel Pecan Cambridge, an unemployed OCD homebody who is romantically obsessed with both his in-home therapist and a real estate agent he admires sporadically from his window.
The premise of the sweet shut-in works wonders. It is incredibly tough to read The Pleasure of My Company without unconsciously borrowing the voice of the whimsical Steve Martin himself to narrate. This, in turn, lends a portal of accessibility to the entertainer's own persona. Perhaps this is why risks were not a significant factor in the protagonist's life, which remained free from controversy, darkness, or vices.
For all of Daniel Pecan Cambridge's issues that keep him from stepping on curbs or asking women on dates, he still seemed nice, smart, helpful, and honest. And aside from mild bouts of death, violence, and rejection, good things happen to him throughout the story, which is truly nice and heartwarming.
So touching indeed! The story started out with a character who was so neurotic and had a certain "Steve Martin"esque quality. At the beginning, it was quite interesting to observe this rather quirky and perhaps a bit odd personality.
However, as the narrative unfolded, something wonderful happened. The author managed to bring about a significant change and development in this character. He gradually transformed and evolved into a beloved figure. It was as if he shed his initial idiosyncrasies and became more relatable.
He became one of us, with all our own issues and flaws. This made him not only endearing but also a character that we could truly identify with. I found this transformation to be absolutely captivating and I loved every moment of it. It was a beautiful exploration of character growth and the power of empathy.
A truly captivating and rather idiosyncratic book awaits the reader. It delves into the life of a man who is constantly plagued by an array of compulsions and mild mental disorders. The story takes the reader on a journey through his complex and often tumultuous inner world.
What makes this book even more remarkable is that the last 40 pages are simply beautiful. They offer a profound and touching conclusion that leaves a lasting impression on the reader's heart and mind.
Among the many memorable lines in the book, one stands out in particular. It is "I stared at the ceiling and wondered how I could be in love with someone whose name had no anagram". This line not only showcases the author's unique and creative writing style but also provides a glimpse into the protagonist's tortured soul and his unconventional way of thinking.
Overall, this book is a must-read for anyone who enjoys exploring the human psyche and is looking for a thought-provoking and engaging read.
For Rafi <3