Or maybe not. Even before they officially meet, Cal and Jane cross paths and swords – she thinks he’s sarcastic and work-obsessed, he thinks her bulk purchase of water for the seven-hour flight’s ridiculous. Jane’s more interested in pop culture than Culture, has never been out of the US before and is a romantic, waiting for the right man (who’s definitely not her skiing boyfriend); Cal’s serious and uninterested in trivialities, divorced and embittered, with a girl in every city.
Which, as we all know, means the blooming of romance by the end of the novel. The story is told by e-mail, journaling, texts (or ‘e-ing’ via BlackBerry) and papers (restaurant receipts, Italian official papers, menus), and allows a clear picture of the central characters to develop. Cabot also conveys a nice sense of place – the atmosphere of Rome, the overwhelming nature of the first time of being in a country where nothing’s in a language you understand, and event he way people think is different.
Though a little envious of the short flight (it takes a lot longer to get to Rome from Melbourne), there were many things about Every Boy’s Got One that I… objected to is a little strong, but certainly didn’t like, chief of which was the character of Jane – supposedly in her thirties, Jane’s travel diary (which is supposed to be her gift to the couple but fills with Jane’s own thoughts) reads like that of a teenager:
Did I mention that she's over thirty? I know that this was at least in part deliberate, to heighten the contrast between her America-centric travel naïveté and Cal’s global sophistication, but she sometimes reads as the most pronounced of American tourist cliché – on at least two occasions she unfavourably compares Italian tradition (like shutting down in the middle of the day) to the US, adding “that really, it isn’t any wonder that America is a superpower and Italy isn’t, given that we only take half-hour lunches, for the most part.” I found this aspect of Jane – her superficial, insular provinciality – getting in the way of caring about her as a character.(Oh no. How can I give this diary to Holly and Mark if it’s full of musings about some random guy’s underwear???? NOW what am I going to give them? I can’t give them candlesticks or something. This is HOLLY.
It has to be SPECIAL. Okay, well, one mention of underwear. You guys don’t mind, do you? I mean, it’s just underwear.)
I also didn’t buy the great romance – attraction, perhaps, but by the end of the book Jane and Cal still seem to have little middle ground over which to bond. I can certainly see them hooking up, dating for a while, even co-habiting, but most romance novels are about Great Love and I can’t see Cal and Jane together in a year, which may be realistic but isn’t Romantic.
Finally, Jane’s journal entries are illustrated with Wondercat sketches, exemplars of the work that has a huge following, including a fan site run by a teenage boy. First, how many teenage boys are fans of a Garfield-esque comic strip? Second, at least Garfield has a personality, other characters, story lines and humour. Wondercat? Not so much – he seems to basically be an anthropomorphic blob with sunglasses but no speech.
All this makes it sound as though I didn’t enjoy the book, and that isn’t wholly fair – it was fine for what it was, but nothing more than a little light holiday escapism. Plus, the whole time I was reading it I had the chorus from Julie Brown’s song of the same name going around in my head (“Every boy’s got one/give it to me/give me your/give me your/heart”), which was no bad thing. - Alex
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