Love Creeps: A Novel by Amanda Filipacchi with Excerpt and Giveaway

The last of the three titles that I have read from this author – please read on for an excerpt, and don’t forget to enter the Blog Exclusive Giveaway where you can win your own eBook copy of the title from the publisher.

Book Review:

Probably my favorite of the three titles I have read from Filipacchi’s pen, this love farce presents a nice slice of the characterization that is so typically hers.  Her characters are over-the-top, obsessive and neurotic, with a heavy dose of navel-gazing involved in their often convoluted reasoning.  It is not important, nor is it even necessary, to find empathy with or like her characters: but readers will find little nuggets of insight into behavior and quirks that are familiar in friends, family and even selves in her books.

In this book, Lynn is a 30 something gallery owner with a severe case of ennui.  She has a stalker, Alan, who displays all of the characteristics that make her jealous –she wants to desire something or someone enough to get involved and act, she just can’t do it.  Alan, for his part, is utterly convinced Lynn is for him, and his own actions and determination to win her are obsessive and constant.

To kick-start her desire, Lynn decides to focus on Roland, another not-quite-ordinary character with his own issues. And Lynn’s focus on Roland throws Alan into a tailspin as he can’t see the attraction.  Add to this yet another psychologically challenging character in the form of Ray – a homeless psychologist who has decided that these 3 characters will be an amusing case study, before he too is sucked into the relationship dynamics and dysfunction and you have a twisted tale of obsession and assumption with a not-so-healthy dose of deficient self-awareness and upended beliefs in the meaning of love and you get this twisty tale.

Utterly unique, this writing isn’t for anyone, part Seinfeld episode, part train wreck and wholly amusing, the twists, turns and clever use of double entendre and puns highlight perspectives and approaches to characters and people that is both fresh and insightful.  You have to take this book as it comes, try not to apply your own brand of logic, and let the author’s words and skill slowly build your understanding.

Love Creeps: A Novel by Amanda Filipacchi with Excerpt and Giveaway

Title: Love Creeps
Author: Amanda Filipacchi
Genre: Literary Fiction
Published by: Open Road Integrated Media
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Pages: 308
Rated: five-stars
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At the age of thirty-two, Lynn Gallagher, a successful Manhattan gallery owner, suddenly finds herself wanting nothing.  She has never before wanted nothing, and she misses wanting.  No one around her wants nothing.  She becomes envious of everyone who wants -- especially her stalker, Alan Morton, who wants her very badly. Because she envies Alan, Lynn decides to copy him.  And that is why, thirty-seven minutes later, she starts stalking Roland Dupont.
Amanda Filipacchi's hilarious and provocative novel introduces us to a new kind of love triangle - in which passions are fluid, motives are dubious and the chance for a genuine connection is always breathing down your neck.

A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.


Lynn stalked. She had taken up stalking for health reasons, but it was not paying off as handsomely as she had hoped. Lynn was not in poor physical health, but she was in rather poor mental health. At the age of thirty-two, she had suddenly found herself wanting nothing. Lynn had never before wanted nothing, and she missed wanting. No one around her wanted nothing. She became envious of everyone who wanted. She wasn’t impressed so much by what, specifically, each wanted, but rather by how much. That is why she became especially envious of her stalker, who wanted her very badly. He clearly did not suffer from the same mental health problem Lynn had. If anything, he had the opposite problem. But since Lynn, like most people, foolishly believed that any problem opposite her own is a lucky problem, she envied him. And because she envied him, she copied him.
Alan Morton, Lynn’s stalker, had first noticed Lynn at the gym. He enjoyed sitting at the weight machine opposite hers, staring at her. He was allowed. There was not a club rule that said, “Do not sit at the weight machine opposite the one at which women open and close their legs. Do not sit there and look at them.” He intended to exercise his rights, as well as his body, which weakened every time she opened her legs. He was a plump man, but one day he planted himself before her and began turning in place. “Excuse me,” he said, “could you please tell me if I have any muscles I could tone further for your pleasure?” To show her he had not meant anything offensive by this—he was sensitive enough to notice the subtle expression of aversion on her face—he added, “I’d be happy to return the favor. For instance, I don’t mind telling you that I feel you’re wasting your time toning those arm muscles. You should be toning your stomach muscles instead, which don’t get much of a workout from everyday activities like shopping and carrying groceries.” She was staring at him blankly, as if in a trance. This was an improvement, he thought. Vacancy was better than aversion. He would take advantage of her receptive state. “I know all this, because I had a personal trainer for three sessions. I don’t know if you’ve ever had one.” She made no reply. “I don’t mind passing on some of his pointers. For free,” he added, raising his eyebrows. “No thanks, I’m fine,” she said. “Well, I certainly won’t argue with that!” She must have been done with her workout, he assumed, because she went to the women’s locker room. Alan went to the men’s locker room and changed. He followed her out of the gym, at a distance. He saw her enter a gallery a few blocks away.
Two weeks later, standing in her art gallery, her assistant, Patricia, by her side, Lynn pointed to her stalker on the sidewalk. He was peering in at her, his forehead pressed against her gallery window, his hands cupped around his eyes. “Patricia,” Lynn said, “am I going crazy, or is there not an alarming difference between his face and mine?” “There is quite a big difference. But it’s in your favor, and you should be grateful for it.” “No, I’m serious, Patricia. His face glows, it’s alive. My face is dead.”
“I would not say your face is dead.” After a pause, Patricia added, “Speaking of dead, he’s been stalking you for two weeks now. Why aren’t we more scared?” “He doesn’t make it easy. He’s so goofy looking.” Alan was not a man of great stature. He was only about an inch taller than Lynn, who was five-six. He was not a slim man, nor muscular. But he had blue eyes and blond hair, the thought of which cheered him up when he was feeling insecure about his appearance. He did not have a full head of blond hair, but the few strands he did have were absolutely, incontrovertibly, blond. He tended to dress in black or dark colors because he’d heard they were slimming and secretly believed they were cool. “But at least his face is alive,” Lynn said. “I really think my face looks dead.” “Men don’t like women with dead-looking faces. Yet you have lots of guys after you. Therefore, your face cannot be looking dead,” Patricia said, studying Lynn. Lynn often wore panty hose and cream-colored things and taupe things. She was the kind of woman referred to as “elegant” or “classic” by people who weren’t on the cutting edge of fashion. She sometimes even wore her dark blond hair in a ballerina bun. To be that conservative looking was quite daring, Patricia thought. Lynn was sleek and hairless, except in appropriate places. What Patricia didn’t know was that one of Lynn’s great pleasures in life was getting rid of her undesirable hair. She wasn’t a particularly hairy creature to begin with, and she wouldn’t have minded having a larger quantity of undesirable hair, just for the pleasure of getting rid of it. “There’s no one I’m attracted to,” Lynn said. “I know.” “Art that used to stimulate me no longer does.




About Amanda Filipacchi

Amanda Filipacchi is an American writer best known for her humorous, inventive, and controversial novels.

Filipacchi was born in Paris, France, was educated in France and the U.S., and holds both U.S. and French citizenship. She has been living in New York, United States since the age of 17.

Her fiction has been translated into 13 languages and has received critical acclaim in the U.S. and around the world.

AMANDA FILIPACCHI has been described by the New York Times Book Review as a “lovely comic surrealist.” Her books have been translated into 13 languages and her non-fiction has appeared in The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal and the Atlantic. Her novels have been called “hilarious and thought-provoking” by Tama Janowitz and “whimsical and subversive” by Edmund White. Filipacchi earned her MFA in fiction writing from Columbia University.

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