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How women think? “Prep” is a great, shocking read but is it realistic?

Robert Pimm
Robert Pimm

How women think: Curtis Sittenfeld’s novel “Prep” drove me crazy with its obsessive heroine and creepy male lead.  But the idea that Lee Fiora is a realistic depiction of a teenage girl is terrifying.

Years ago I worked alongside a young woman who, long before, had had a relationship with a man.  He now worked in the same building we were in.  Whenever she spoke of him, her voice quavered and her eyes brimmed with tears.  She was sure he was in love with her, but was dismayed that he showed no interest.  She longed for him, but had not spoken to him for years.  At certain times of day, when he might be due to leave work, she would go to the window and gaze out.   She hoped to catch a glimpse of him in the distance.

Prep Cover

The cover of my (borrowed) copy of Prep

I thought of that colleague when I read “Prep” by Curtis Sittenfeld, published in 2005.  The book follows a 14 year-old girl, Lee Fiora, who leaves her family home in Indiana to take up a scholarship at Ault, an elite boarding school on the US East Coast.  Through her four years at the school, she obsesses about her relationships and develops a crush on a boy.

What a crush.

Lee Fiora is maddening

I found Lee maddening.  I was crazed by her passivity, particularly her relationship with the object of her desire, Cross Sugarman.  Her rejection of, and suspicion towards, any attempts at friendship or normal relationships with nearly everyone else in the book drove me nuts.  Her obsessive analysis of what everyone thinks of her and how her actions might or might not impact on that, drove me nuts.

Here, for example, is Lee wondering whether to visit Cross after he has injured his ankle:

I looked at myself myself in the mirror and sat down at my desk.  How could I go to Cross’s dorm?  Who knew who’d be there – presumably Devin would – or what if Cross was just hanging out in the common room, maybe he’d ordered pizza and was watching TV and the other guys sitting around wouldn’t understand why I was there, and there was a good chance that neither would Cross.  So either he’d be not outright rude but aloof, or else he’d be polite, he’d try to make me feel comfortable, and his trying would be the worst part – the effort of it all.  And what were the chances of his being a little woozy but clearly glad to see me, of scooting over and then, when I sat next to him on the couch, resting his arm around my shoulders, of neither of us needing to explain anything except that I’d ask how his ankle was?

A conscious commentary?

At the same time, as with Orhan Pamuk’s powerful but imperfect novel “The Museum of Innocence”, which I reviewed on these pages in 2016 (“A man repeatedly lies to and harasses both his fiancée and his young lover, while pontificating about the “unpalatable anthropological truths” which plague relations between the sexes”) I felt that the author was well aware of the awfulness of the protagonist.

I hoped that Pamuk was offering a critical commentary on men in general with his vile protagonist Kemal.  I hoped Sittenfeld was doing the same for women (or teenage girls) in her depiction of Lee Fiora.  Lee is crippled with self-hatred, bitterness and self-consciousness.  But is she depicted as typical?  Or is shean extreme, obsessive example?

How women think?

A few quotations may help illustrate Sittenfeld’s depiction of Lee’s character.

Here Martha, Lee’s room-mate, and Lee describe themselves in a welcome flash of self-awareness: “But I’ve heard Martha is kind of a bitch,” Martha said.  “Actually, Lee is the horrible one,” I said.  “She’s totally insecure, and she complains all the time.  And she’s so negative.  I can’t stand negative people.”

Yet later Lee is furious – aged 17 – because her younger brother, not her, rides in the front of the car and her father makes fun of her rage: They laughed uproariously then, and I hated them.  I hated them because they thought I was someone to mock and insult, because of the way they brought out the worst in me and it felt so familiar, it felt like the truth – it made my life at Ault seem like pretence.  This was what I was, fundamentally: a petty, angry, impotent person.  Why did I even care who sat in front?

Valentine flowers

Lee’s obsession with what people think of her surfaces in the school’s Valentine flowers exchange: Probably I had started thinking seriously about the Valentine’s flowers months before – even as a sophomore and junior, I’d wondered each year if there was any chance, if there was the remotest of possibilities, that Cross would send me one.

When the Valentines flowers come she is up at 3 a.m. to see what she has received.  At first she finds none, until… And then I saw one with my name, the letters all in caps, in blue ink, and I felt a crazed glee, a balloon of exhilaration.  I was ripping it open, and it was taking way too long – it must have taken less than a single second – and I was thrilled and hot and shaking with gratitude, thinking Finally, finally, finally, and these feelings spilled over into the point of recognising that the flower was not from Cross but from Aubrey – from Aubrey? Aubrey?

Lee: a rare flash of intuition

Lee does have another rare flash of intuition.  Like the others, it appears to have no impact on her subsequent behaviour.  Here, Lee recognises her own passivity about Cross.  She sees how she always waits for him to make a move, never doing anything herself: I realise now: I ceded all the decisions to him.  But that wasn’t how it felt!  At the time, it seemed so clear that the decisions belonged to him. Rules existed; they were unnamed and intractable.

It is clear to the reader from the outset that Cross has little interest in Lee except for sex.  She, for no discernible reason, believes she is in a meaningful relationship with him.  This for me is a strong point of the book.  It made me think of The Museum of Innocence whose protagonist Kemal is beyond creepy but sees himself as a good person.  My review is at the link.  The descriptions of how creepy Cross uses Lee are sickening (the pressure of his palm on the back of my head).

Cross Sugarman and Kemal would probably get on well.

How women think? Lee cannot learn

Yet when Cross’s ghastliness is revealed to Lee, she still hungers for him.  Even after she has, for once in the book’s 400 pages, shown some dignity and told him what she thinks.  For example, his room-mate, Devin, tells her: You’ve got to hand it to him.  He gets the grades, he gets the positions, he gets the girls, but most of all, he gets the respect.  I bet you hardly know the guy.  This is an accurate summary of Cross and Lee.  Yet a couple of pages later, when she sees Cross, her thoughts are: I was wearing a cotton skirt and a linen blouse, but all I wanted was for him to embrace me.  Cross, characteristically, tries to blame Lee for her own unhappiness.  You’re the one who set the terms.  You can’t deny that. Kemal would admire Cross for his skills in manipulation.

Even after this, Lee crawls after Cross again.  In my imagination he’d been reading in bed and he’d sat up when I entered and I’d crawled onto his lap and wrapped my legs and arms around him.  And at first I’d be weeping and he’d stroke my hair, he’d murmur to me, but of course it would quickly turn sexual.

Lee’s subservience

I find Lee’s subservient sexual behaviour towards Cross, and his casual acceptance of this, about the hardest thing to read in the book.  That, and her mean attitude even towards the girlfriends, such as Martha, who try to help her: “You’re my best friend, Lee.  I can disagree with your choices and still care about you.” Well, aren’t you complex? I thought.

For: a forensic analysis of a teenager’s four years at a prep school, thought-provoking in its detail and apparent realism.

Against: I found the first two-thirds of the book dragged a bit.  The way Lee seems not to change, or to learn from her experiences, is frustrating but perhaps that is by design.

Your views?

The first person I discussed the book with said that she found Lee’s character uncomfortably realistic. “I recognised many of her behaviours”, she said.  Is Lee a realistic depiction?  An extreme case?  Or a fictional monster irrelevant to how most women feel about themselves and their relationships?  What do you think?

Finally, is anyone aware of any other comparisons between The Museum of Innocence and Prep?

P.S. I hope you enjoyed this review of whether “Prep” really depicts how women think.  If you enjoy fresh, original writing, you can friend me on Facebook or sign up for my weekly newsletter (you can unsubscribe anytime you wish).

P.P.S. Lee’s infatuation with Cross actually reminds me of Anna, the heroine of great movie “The Third Man“.  In the film, Anna is deeply in love with Harry Lime, the abominable yet charismatic villain, to the extent that she continues to love him even when it is clear that he a) has betrayed her, and her love, and her life, to the Russians; and b) is dead.  Yet this comes across as noble and tragic, not pathetic.  Is this because Anna has dignity?  Discuss.

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