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A New York love story as seductively neurotic as the city itself. At thirty-two years old, Lynn Gallagher is one of the five most influential contemporary-art gallery owners in Manhattan. Too bad her face is dead. Not so, says Lynns assistant, but that is how it feels when she compares it to her stalkers face. Alan Morton may be a plump, goofy-looking accountant, but his face glows with life when he peers at Lynn through her gallery window. The difference is that Alan wants something her very badly, while Lynn wants nothing at all. So she decides to stalk. The object of her obsession French attorney Roland Dupont is chosen at random in a Chelsea bakery. He is attractive, but it is not until he expresses his disinterest in her that Lynn begins to truly desire him. Alan, jealous of Lynns newfound hobby, befriends Roland to find out what she sees in him. When Roland learns that he acquired his stalker by happenstance, he decides that he might be interested in Lynn after all. Soon all three are brazenly pursuing each other across the city from adult education classes in the art of beading to meetings of Stalkers Anonymous as they try to figure out what it is that they truly want. The advice of Ray, the homeless psychologist who observes their madcap comings and goings, is not much help at all: Take a break, an antidepressant. Get hold of yourselves. A hip and darkly humorous novel about the mysteries of romance, is pure Amanda Filipacchi funny, wicked, and wise.

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Amanda Filipacchi

Love Creeps

For Richard

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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 wasnt 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, Lynns 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, Id be happy to return the favor. For instance, I dont mind telling you that I feel youre wasting your time toning those arm muscles. You should be toning your stomach muscles instead, which dont 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 dont know if youve ever had one.

She made no reply.

I dont mind passing on some of his pointers. For free, he added, raising his eyebrows.

No thanks, Im fine, she said.

Well, I certainly wont argue with that!

She must have been done with her workout, he assumed, because she went to the womens locker room. Alan went to the mens 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 its in your favor, and you should be grateful for it.

No, Im serious, Patricia. His face glows, its alive. My face is dead.

I would not say your face is dead. After a pause, Patricia added, Speaking of dead, hes been stalking you for two weeks now. Why arent we more scared?

He doesnt make it easy. Hes 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 hed 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 dont 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 werent 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 didnt know was that one of Lynns great pleasures in life was getting rid of her undesirable hair. She wasnt a particularly hairy creature to begin with, and she wouldnt have minded having a larger quantity of undesirable hair, just for the pleasure of getting rid of it.

Theres no one Im attracted to, Lynn said.

I know.

Art that used to stimulate me no longer does. Where do I have to go to find beautiful art and a beautiful man?

A therapist?

Ive seen many, and none of them was ever beautiful, and neither was the art on their walls.

Lynn Gallagher, one of the five most influential contemporary-art gallery owners in New York, had had a relatively normal dating life. Her longest romantic relationship had been a year, her shortest a night. Her longest period of celibacy had been six months; her shortest time between two men had been two hours. That only happened once.

For Lynn, relationships and singlehood both had their pros and cons, but she, unlike many women, only slightly preferred the former to the latter.

Lynn watched Patricia spit a thoroughly chewed piece of persimmon into a paper napkin and drop it in the wastebasket. She wasnt a bad-looking girl, with her long dark hair. She held a striking resemblance to Frida Kahlo. Her eyebrows were thick, giving her otherwise beautiful face a slightly cavewoman look. Had she known, she would have plucked them more. Lynn was sure of it. Lynn, who was never without her own tweezers except when they were confiscated by airport security, often had an urge to pluck Patricias eyebrows because she found them distracting. When Patricia spoke to her, Lynn usually averted her eyes in order to be able to concentrate on what Patricia was saying.

Shall we look at slides? Patricia asked.

If we must, Lynn replied.

Searching for new talent used to be the best part of Lynns job. Now, it was an ordeal.

She heaved herself up and went to the light box. Patricia opened envelopes, pulled out slide sheets and transparencies. She held them in front of Lynn, one after the other, as Lynn shook her head and said, No. While the minutes passed and the images kept passing in front of her without provoking the slightest twitch of enthusiasm, Lynn became progressively sadder. These sessions were a lot shorter than they used to be.

The gallery door opened, and in came Judy, a slightly less successful gallerist who had been Lynns friend and competitor for six months. Lynn switched off the light box and spun around. She preferred not to be caught looking at art in vain.

Hi. Im on my way to a meeting, but I just wanted to say hello. How are you? Judy asked, kissing Lynns cheeks.

The same.

Judy looked at the empty walls. Yes, I see. She sat on the edge of Lynns desk, her short, red, pleated skirt hanging from her knee in an arc. She always dressed entirely in red after having decided four years ago that creating a memorable and consistent look greatly increased ones chances of succeeding in life. You know, there is a simple solution to your problem.

What is it?

Addiction.

Lynn frowned.

I highly recommend it, Judy said. One of my greatest pleasures is promising myself I will not drink, or smoke, or take coke, or do heroin, or eat cookies, then doing it. Its a pleasure that can be repeated daily. The desire renews itself incessantly, and you can always rely on it unless you screw it up by going to rehab or something. But even then, the damage is not irreversible. The key, though, is making the resolution, making yourself

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