
Stephen McCauley has always excelled at creating wonderful
relationships between gay men and straight women in his works, which includes
his first and most well known novel, 1987’s The Object of My Affection (a good book that was turned into so-so movie). In his
seventh novel (and the first one since 2010’s Insignificant Others), My Ex-Life
delves into David and Julie’s long and sometimes difficult friendship. And much
like Jonathan Tropper or Tom Perrotta or Michael Chabon
(and even Richard Russo), McCauley is fairly brilliant telling modern social commentary
comedies that will appeal to anyone, gay or straight, male or female,
young or old. The idea is that while family is important, what is more
important is love and affection.
So while he books themes of what lies and truths we tell each other to
keep us sane and happy are fairly universal, the book never falls into parody
that some of these tales (what I call Men Lit) do. It’s a story of deep friendship
and love that time can never destroy, and how even if we’ve thought too much
water had flowed under too many bridges, the secrets we needed to tell but
somehow (and maybe hoped) would never come to life, can be told and will (cliché
here) really set us free.
So My Ex-Life is often snappy, funny, sad, and truthful. What life
seems to truly be.