I Love You, Beth Cooper: A Novel
By Larry Doyle
3.5/5
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Denis Cooverman wanted to say something really important in his high school graduation speech. So, in front of his 512 classmates and their 3,000 relatives, he announced: "I love you, Beth Cooper."
It would have been such a sweet, romantic moment. Except that Beth, the head cheerleader, has only the vaguest idea who Denis is. And Denis, the captain of the debate team, is so far out of her league he is barely even the same species. And then there's Kevin, Beth's remarkably large boyfriend, who's in town on furlough from the United States Army. Complications ensue.
Larry Doyle
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5In the bio, it mentions Larry Doyle was a former writer for the Simpsons. That info was handy when I thought about my review. Like the Simpsons, I Love You Beth Cooper seems on the surface that it's for young teens, but it's really not. Unlike the Simpsons, this book leans more toward (and maybe a little past here and there) South Park's level of appropriateness. So, it's a book for juvenile adults I guess? I found it entertaining and a fast read. I also appreciated how each chapter showed the main character's face change as different things occurred to him/it. It was a little attention to detail that added to the book. I haven't seen the movie, but reading the book it's obvious that it would become a teen movie. It's in the same vein as American Pie type of story.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I saw the movie before I read the book, and I was not disappointed in either one.I love you Beth Cooper is the story of Denis, a high school senior, who admits his undying love to the ever popular, unattainable, head cheerleader Beth Cooper during his valedictorian speech at graduation and the events of the night after that.This book made me laugh my head off, but there were also some sentimental parts. These really hit home because I just graduated a few weeks ago.Besides some adult content and explicit language, I really liked this book. It was a nice break from some of the more depressing books I've been reading.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book is funny and sweet, in almost equal proportions. I found myself not quite buying in to the voice for the first thirty pages or so, but then I realized that I was hooked and couldn't let it go.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Okay, so it may not make entry into the canon of the Top Works of Western Literature. You know what? I don't care. It was fun to read. I laughed out loud (literally) on several occasions. It's a fast read, tailor made for a modern (post?-modern), ADHD, immediate gratification, youth-centric, text-messaging, too-hip-for-you, movie-quoting, hyphen-using, sound-bite & blurb-craving crowd. In other words, most U.S. Americans like such as who live in the non-academic real world. Yes, it reads like a John Hughes movie, cross-pollinated with Quentin Tarantino style over-the-top violence & directed by Amy Heckerling. And the protagonist is a likable loser/nerd who harbors a secret and overpowering love for an unattainable beauty (much like, say, the title character played by Corey Haim in the movie "Lucas"). So, maybe you've seen this movie already, but the author knows that, too. He winks at us as he tosses in references to Lloyd Dobler, Jeff Spicoli, and other members of the club. If you know & love those guys, you'll enjoy this book. If, however, you're scrambling to Google those names, then go read something by Phillip Roth or Don DeLillo or Ian McEwen & feel smart about yourself.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5It’s no surprise that Mr. Doyle is a former TV writer, or that this book was made into a movie, because it reads just like a teen mis-adventure movie, more Can’t Hardly Wait or Dazed and Confused than The Breakfast Club or Sixteen Candles (am I dating myself here?). I listened to this one weekend while painting my bathroom, and it was the perfect choice.Denis and Rich (sometimes known as "Dick Munch and the Penis") are feeling fortunate to have made it out of high school relatively unscathed. . The book opens with Denis’s valedictorian speech, just before he utters the titular "I love you, Beth Cooper." Beth is the beautiful, popular cheerleader, already involved with a guy on leave from the Army who has more brawn than brains. During an awkward exchange after the ceremony, Denis manages to invite Beth to a non-existent party at his house, never truly imagining she would show up.But she does.What follows is possibly both the best and worst night of Denis’s life. Don’t expect any big life lesson here, unless you count "no one is as perfect as they seem", but do expect a lot of fun and unexpected adventures.I’ve heard the movie wasn’t particularly good, but I’ll probably give it a watch anyway.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book was hilarious. I don't think i've ever laughed at a book so hard. The writing was great and any teenager would be completely fascinated by all the events that take place and would relate to the plot line easily. The movie is a pretty good rendition of the book.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5What a cracking read! Not normally what I'd pick up, in particular since I'd seen the movie trailer - however I had it on my to-read list before I knew of the movie so took the plunge regardless. I Love You, Beth Cooper is wonderfully fluffy read but not the kind that knocks out a few brain cells with its simplicity.I was heartened by the earnest yet awkward interior monologue of Denis Cooverman, our smart/naive and smitten/realist protagonist. I also enjoyed getting to know Beth Cooper, a self-assured and manic individual who would be quite frightening to know as an agent with little regard for consequence or self-preservation as she exploits "the moment" for all it's worth.I loved the pace and syntax in what could be best described as a rollercoaster ride - each time the story calmed enough for you to think that the debris was to be cleared and story wrapped up, it took off again at a hair-raising pace and with renewed energy. I read this book from cover to cover in one sitting and was smiling all the way although it is likely, very likely, that with a different and less happy-go-lucky mindset, I would not have been quite so charmed.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Before you judge me, I must inform you that I bought this book before the movie came out. I had heard the movie was awful so I was a little tentative to read the book. It was charming, however. Not exactly something you would turn to if you were looking for something deep and intellectual, but good enough to pass the time. I am surprised the movie was not good, however, because Doyle usually writes for screen. If you are looking to turn your brain off for a while and jump into awkward adolescence, take a look.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book was hilarious. High school geek and valedictorian Denis Cooverman veers from his speech to declare his love for head cheerleader Beth Cooper who he's been lusting after since 7th grade. It's news to her and as soon as his speech is over some crazy events are set into motion. This book had me trying to stifle giggles on the train (people were probably slowing inching away from me). It's a very fast read. I basically read it over the course of three days. It may possibly make it to the movies. Regardless, this was funny stuff.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5One question that kept flitting through my mind while reading this book was - what on earth is the intended demographic? I enjoyed the beginning of the book very much. I thought the premise that kicks off the story was really funny and was convincingly written.The story that ensues and becomes bigger and larger in its attempt at humor just didn't read smart or funny to me as it progressed. It had the feeling of someone getting more and more excited by the reaction of their audience and becomes sloppy and loud just trying to keep up their own momentum.I *HATED* the pictures of the title character that take up the whole page of each chapter showing his condition worsening over the course of the night. Blech. Not funny - just icky.Anyway - despite all this - there were a few moments that were funny sprinkled here and there - I just am pretty sure that for most people it isn't worth dredging through the other stuff to find them.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Poor Denis...This is either the best or worst night of his life. After declaring his love for the head cheerleader in his valedictorian speech, Denis gets a taste of what life might be like with his "perfect" woman. This is a great example of being careful what you wish for. However, the book is wonderful and very funny...if a bit one note...It could have been alot shorter.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5I didn't much care for this book. The humor didn't appeal to me, but I could tell it was based off all the teen romantic comedies you see at the movies. Of course, I don't care for those either, which explains my feelings about the book. If you like that type of film, you'll likely enjoy this as well. Anyway, I did manage to finish it, and it wasn't horrible, it just wasn't suited to my taste in books.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book is wonderfully outlandish. Just trying to image a person going through everything that Denis Cooverman goes through on the night of his high school graduation is enough to make me laugh. Very funny, and sentimental as it made me reflect on my own high school experience.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Reminiscent of "Can't Hardly Wait" (one of my personal favorite movies staring Ethan Embry), this is the story of one teens experiences at the end of high school. Denis Cooverman has always been a geek. For as long as he can remember he has been the butt of every joke, getting swirlies in between classes and practical jokes played on him ever day. Denis knows that he wants to be remembered differently, he wants to make his mark on Buffalo Grove High School class of 2007. So in his valedictorian speech at graduation, Dennis confesses his long time love for head cheerleader and most popular and beautiful girl in school, Beth Cooper.As you can guess hilarity ensues when Beth Cooper's army thug boyfriend happens to be home on leave and consequently uses Dennis's face as a punching bag. The story all takes place int he 24 hours after his famous confession, which turns out to be the most interesting 24 hours of Dennis Cooverman's life.This is classified as an adult book but I would say judging by the font size, illustrations and hilarious movie quotes that this is secretly meant to be marketed to teens. The only thing keeping it off high school shelves may be the language and several "sexual situations" although Dennis starts and ends high school as a tragic virgin. I loved it and would recommend it to anyone.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The premise of I Love You, Beth Cooper sounded fun and didn't disappoint.Denis Cooverman decides as he is making his high school valedictorian speech, that it is now or never to declare his love for the very popular head cheerleader Beth Cooper. He has loved her from afar for five years. Well not too far, he has sat behind her in almost every class for five years. But as captain of the debate team, they don't run in the same circles. Or even walk.I was laughing out loud in the first ten pages. Larry Doyle is very funny. (He has written for The Simpsons television show)Beth decides to let Denis know that although she found his declaration embarrassing, it was kind of sweet. Beth's boyfriend, home on leave from the army, isn't too thrilled with Denis's announcement or Beth's talking to him. Denis and his best friend Rich, who can't stop spouting movie lines, host a grad party in the hopes Beth and her cool friends might come. Things don't go entirely as Denis had imagined. The real Beth isn't quite what Denis has fantasized for the last five years. The entire book takes place on graduation night. Think McLovin and friends from the movie Superbad. Or think of your own high school days and grad night.....Doyle's debut novel kept me chuckling the entire way. This perennial edition from Harper Collins also includes some extras, including entries from the I Love You, Beth Cooper Agony/Ecstasy Contest.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Sometimes ludicrous but always funny. If you weren't one of the popular kids in school you will be sure to have a sinking feeling in your gut from time to time while reading this novel. The main character is endearing and you will laugh with him all the way through as much as you will share his feelings of awkwardness. A great way to go back to school again.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I think you have to be a 20 year-old-male (which I obviously am not) to fully appreciate the inanities of this book. While the first chapters do present humorous situations and are a woeful reminder of how painful high school could be, it quickly degenerates into a bunch of ludicrous American Pie-style stupidities. Doyle obviously capitalizes on his Simpsons experience. The Simpsons has the merit of lasting only 20 minutes.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This has to be one of the funniest books that I have read in a long while. The characters are believable, but way to the extreme. As a person who works in the school setting, it is always great to see an acurate, albeit outlandish take on the typical highschool genre. I loved it!! It doesn't hurt that Larry Doyle was a writer for The Simpsons.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I Love You, Beth Cooper, by Larry Doyle (a former Simpsons writer, natch), starts at a high school graduation at which we meet Denis Cooverman, the captain of the chess club and our lovable, often laughable protagonist. He gives a very memorable valedictorian speech that can be summed up as follows: “Don’t be afraid to put yourself out there and tell the world the truth about yourself, because you don’t want to look back on your life and regret the things you didn’t do.”And then he takes his own advice and admits his love for Beth Cooper, the captain of the cheerleading squad and the girl he has loved unrequitedly for years.This confession is the catalyst for a crazy night in which Denis and his best friend Rich (whom Denis outed in his speech as well, though Rich insists throughout the book, “I’m not gay!”) journey around town with Beth and her best friends Cammy (sarcastic) and Treece (slutty), facing run-ins with Beth’s coked-up Army boyfriend Kevin as well as car chases, break-ins, sex, near-death, and underage beer-buying. I Love You, Beth Cooper is really a satire on teenagers and their behavior, but it does have a heart, and that heart is Denis; he has a number of cringe-worthy moments, but he also grows up along the way, as he takes risks he would never have dreamed of before and ultimately realizes that though Beth isn’t the perfect goddess he always imagined her to be, he might love the reality of her even more. I felt like the resolution was a little neat and ultimately left me hanging (not in an I Am Charlotte Simmons “wtf? Seriously, this is the end?” way, though – more like an “ooo, this feels like a possible sequel is coming” way), but overall, I Love You, Beth Cooper is a really fun book, and I highly recommend it, especially as a summer read.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a very funny book by a Simpsons writer. It has the same kind of humor. The valedictorian at a high school graduation (nerdy geek kind of guy) confesses his love for the head cheerleader in his speech. What follows is an insane night of parties, beatings, car nabbings, etc. in true teen movie fashion. The book was fun, but what I really enjoyed was the true high school horror stories from readers at the back of the book. Someone should put out an anthology of those. There's definitely some sex and nudity in the book, so be cautious when recommending.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Pretty clever and funny. The song and movie references got a bit annoying, in my opinion.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Dennis Cooverman is the archetypal geek, and in an attempt to break the stereotype, he confesses his unrequited love for the cheerleader of his dreams during his valedictorian speech to his senior class at graduation. This sets in motion a series of events that results in one of the funniest novels I have read in some time. Imagine Christopher Moore writing a coming of age novel filled with teen hormones, parties and the age old geek vs. jock dynamic and you get the idea. Doyle turns the very cliche on it's head, treating teenagers as real flesh and blood human beings much like Frank Portman did in the wonderful novel King Dork. The author is a former scriptwriter for The Simpsons and it shows as the jokes both high and low brow come fast and furious. This is a laugh-out-loud funny novel and is very highly recommended.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5I ended up just skimming this book as I just wasn’t in the mood for silly – with a capitol S. Doyle is imaginative – lots of his puns, jokes, wordplay in general – is funny, but it’s almost like he’s trying too hard. It reminded me a bit of “As Dog is My Witness,” but a lot sillier and without the mystery edge. The premise is very YA – nerdy valedictorian in love with head cheerleader – but I suppose the endless brawling, some alcohol consumption (but isn’t there a lot of that in many YA novels?), and some fondling has put this into the adult category. I don’t really understand that division. Perhaps something publishers have a decision in. Anyway, Nerd announces his love during his graduation speech, beauty is somewhat charmed, Army boyfriend is not. The whole story takes place over one night. Could be funny to some people.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I found this book irresistible. It was an easy read, extremely hilarious, and the characters were a riot.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This book was a quick read, and it so captured the excited turmoil of high school. Thank goodness I don't have to go back. Once you get started, you won't put this down until it's over. Funny, charming and memorable.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Larry Doyle wrote some of the better Simpsons episodes, which I think is a reasonable frame of reference for this book. Those looking for a deep or meaningful account of adolescence may want to look elsewhere but if you want a clever, funny work of fiction about adolescence will enjoy this. The blend of real and fictionalized pop culture references kept me entertained. I'd read another book by this guy.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Updated risky business. Might be more funny to a high school boy.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5We follow our protagonist Denis Cooverman from his high school valedictorian speech, during which he professes his love for the head cheerleader, through the next 24 hours, when he is pursued by a crazed Marine in a Hummer and expertly beat up in various and humiliating ways. Very funny.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I took away a half a star for dirty words. BUT, I've been laughing on every page. I'll probably give it to my Niece's boy (12 y/o) late this summer
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Really funny and often even poignant writing, tells of Denis Cooverman (and his buddy Rich) and what happens when Denis uses the title phrase in his valedictorian speech. All the action takes place in the one night, and gets ridiculous in a hilarious ways. Very fun reading.
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I Love You, Beth Cooper - Larry Doyle
1.
THE VALEDICT
12JUST ONCE, I WANT TO DO SOMETHING RIGHT.
JIM STARK
DENIS COOVERMAN WAS SWEATING more than usual, and he usually sweat quite a bit.
For once, he was not the only one. The temperature in the gymnasium was 123 degrees; four people had been carried out and were presumed dead. They were not in fact dead, but it was preferable to think of them that way, slightly worse off, than contemplate the unbearable reality that Alicia Mitchell’s ninety-two-year-old Nana, Steph Wu’s overly kimonoed Aunt Kiko and Jacob Beber’s roly-poly parents were currently enjoying cool drinks in the teacher’s lounge with the air-conditioning set at 65 degrees.
Ed Munsch sat high in the bleachers, between his wife and a woman who smelled like boiled potatoes. Potatoes that had gone bad and then been boiled. Boiled green potatoes. Ed thought he might vomit, with any luck.
Anyone could see he was not a well man. His left hand trembled on his knee, his eyes slowly rolled, spiraling upward; he was about to let out the exact moan Mrs. Beber had just before she escaped when his wife told him to cut it out.
You’re not leaving,
she said.
I’m dying,
Ed countered.
Even dead,
said his wife, at ease with the concept. For chrissakes, your only son is graduating from high school. It’s not like he’s going to graduate from anything else.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial
the Sullen Girl sang, wringing fresh bitterness from the already alkaline lyrics, her wispy quaver approximating a consumptive canary with love trouble and money problems. She sang every song that way. At the senior variety show, she had performed Happy Together
with such fragile melancholy during rehearsals that rumors began circulating that, on show night, she would whisper the final words,
I can’t see me loving nobody but you
then produce an antique pistol from beneath her spidery shawl and shoot Jared Farrell in the nuts before blowing her brains out. Nobody wanted to follow that. Throughout the final performance, Mr. Bernard had stood in the wings clutching a fire extinguisher, with a vague plan. Although the Sullen Girl didn’t execute anyone in the end, it was generally agreed that it was the best senior variety show ever.
BEHIND THE SULLEN GIRL sat Denis Cooverman, sweating: along the cap of his mortarboard, trickling behind his ears and rippling down his forehead; around his nostrils and in that groove below his nose (which Denis would be quick to identify as the philtrum, and, unfortunately, would go on to point out that the preferred medical term was infranasal depression); from his palms, behind his knees, inside his elbows, between his toes and from many locations not typically associated with perspiratory activity; squirting out his nipples, spewing from his navel, coursing between his buttocks and forming a tiny lake that gently lapped at his genitals; from under his arms, naturally, in two varietals—hot and sticky, and cold and terrified.
He’s a sweaty kid,
the doctor had diagnosed when his mother had brought him in for his weekly checkup. But if he’s sweating so much,
his mother had asked, him sitting right there, why is his skin so bad?
Denis worried too much, that’s why. Right now, for example, he was not just worried about the speech he was about to give, and for good reason; he was also worried that his sweat was rapidly evaporating, increasing atmospheric pressure, and that it might start to rain inside his graduation gown. This was fully theoretically possible. He was also worried that the excessive perspiration indicated kidney stones, which was less likely.
I hope you had the time of your life
the Sullen Girl finished with a shy sneer, then returned to her seat.
Dr. Henneman, the principal, approached the lectern.
Thank you, Angelika—
Angel-LEEK-ah,
the Sullen Girl spat back.
Angel-LEEK-ah,
Dr. Henneman corrected, "thank you for that…emotive rendition of—she referred to her notes, frowned—
‘Good Riddance.’"
THE TEMPERATURE IN THE GYM reached 125 degrees, qualifying anyone there to be served rare.
Could we,
Dr. Henneman said, wafting her hands about, open those back doors, let a little air in? Please?
Three thousand heads turned simultaneously, expecting the doors to fly open with minty gusts of chilled wind, maybe even light flurries. Miles Paterini and Pete Couvier, two juniors who had agreed to usher the event because they were insufferable suck-ups, pressed down on the metal bars. The doors didn’t open.
People actually gasped.
Denis began calculating the amount of oxygen left in the gymnasium.
Dr. Henneman’s doctorate in school administration had prepared her for this.
Is Mr. Wrona here?
Mr. Wrona, the school custodian, was not here. He was at home watching women’s volleyball with the sound turned off and imagining the moment everyone realized the back doors were locked. In his fantasy, Dr. Henneman was screaming his name and would presently burst into flames.
Let’s move on,
Dr. Henneman moved on, mentally compiling a list of janitorial degradations to occupy Mr. Wrona’s summer recess. So. Next. Yes. I am pleased to introduce our valedictorian for—
JAH-JUH JAH-JUH JAH-JUH JAH-JUH
Lily Masini’s meaty father slammed the backdoor bar violently up and down. He turned and saw everybody was staring at him, with a mixture of annoyance and hope.
JAH-JUH JAH…JUH!
Mr. Masini released the bar and slumped back to the bleachers.
Denis Cooverman,
Dr. Henneman announced.
AS DENIS STOOD UP, his groin pool spilled down his legs into his shoes. He shuffled forward, careful not to step on his gown, which the rental place had insufficiently hemmed, subsequently claiming he had gotten shorter since his fitting. Denis had been offered the option of carrying a small riser with him, which he had declined, and so when he stood at the lectern barely his head was visible, floating above a seal of the Mighty Bison, the school’s mascot. The effect was that of one of those giant-head caricatures, of a boy who told the artist he wanted to wrangle buffalos when he grew up.
Denis looked out at the audience. He tried to imagine them in their underwear, which was easy, since they were imagining the same thing. Denis sort of smiled. The audience did nothing. They were not excited by, or even mildly curious about, Denis’s speech, merely resigned it was going to happen. He met their expectations.
Thank you, Dr. Henneman. Fellow Graduates. Parents and Caregivers. Other interested parties.
Denis had left a pause for laughs. It became just a pause.
Today we look forward,
he continued. Look forward to getting out of here.
That got a laugh, longer than Denis had rehearsed.
Look forward to getting out of here,
Denis repeated, resetting his meter before proceeding in the stilted manner of adolescent public speakers throughout history.
But today I also would like to look back, back on our four years at Buffalo Grove High School, looking back not with anger, but with no regrets. No regrets for what we wanted to do but did not, for what we wanted to say but could not. And so I say here today the one thing I wish I had said, the one thing I know I will regret if I never say.
Denis paused for dramatic effect. Somebody coughed. Denis extended the pause to rebuild his dramatic effect.
He blinked the sweat off his eyelashes.
Then he said:
I love you, Beth Cooper.
DENIS COULD THINK of no logical reason why he should not attempt to mate with Beth Cooper.
There were no laws explicitly against it.
They were of the same species, and had complementary sex organs, most likely, based on extensive mental modeling Denis had done.
They had both grown up here in the Midwest, only 3.26 miles apart, and could therefore be assumed to share important cultural values. They both drank Snapple Diet Lime Green Tea, though Denis had begun doing so only recently.
And while Beth was popular and good-looking—Most Popular and Best Looking, according to a survey of 513 Buffalo Grove High School seniors—Denis did have the Biggest Brain and wasn’t repulsive, exactly. It was said that he had a giant head, but this was an optical illusion. His head was only slightly larger than average; it was the smallness of his body that made it appear colossal. He had the right number of facial features, in roughly the right arrangement, and would eventually grow into his face, his mother predicted. She also said he had beautiful eyes, though in truth, one more than the other. His teeth fit in his mouth now, and he did not have backne.
Denis could imagine any number of scenarios under which his conquest of Beth Cooper would be successful: if Beth went to an all-girls school in the Swiss Alps, surrounded by mountains, hundreds of miles from any other guys except Denis, son of the math teacher, and Beth was failing algebra, for example;
if Denis was a celebrity;
if Denis had a billion dollars;
if Denis was six inches taller, and had muscles.
Any one of those scenarios.
One also had to consider that there were 125 to 200 billion galaxies in the universe, each with 200 billion stars. Using the Drake equation, that meant there were approximately 2 trillion billion planets out there capable of sustaining life; the latest research suggested that one-third of them would develop life and one-ten-millionth would develop intelligent life. That left 1,333,333 intelligent civilizations created across the universe since the beginning of time, surely one of which was intelligent enough to recognize Denis and Beth were meant for one another.
Alternatively, if current string theory was correct, there were a google google google google google universes, all stacked up with this one but with different physical properties and, presumably, social customs. In one of these, odds were, Denis Cooverman not only bred with Beth Cooper but was worshipped by ravenous hordes of Beth Coopers. Unfortunately in that universe Denis had crab hands and inadvertently snipped each Beth Cooper to bits as she came ravenously at him.
This was but a small sampling of the thinking that went on in Denis’s Biggest Brain prior to Denis’s sweaty lips declaring his love for Beth Cooper in front of 3,221 hot, testy people.
For all its obsessive analysis, Denis’s Biggest Brain had neglected to consider two relevant facts. Big Brains often have this problem: Albert Einstein was said to be so absentminded that he once brushed his teeth with a power drill. But even Einstein (who, according to geek mythology, bagged Marilyn Monroe) would not have overlooked these facts; even Einstein’s brain, pickling in a jar at Princeton, would be able to grasp the infinitudinous import of these two simple facts, which now hung over Denis’s huge head like a sword of Damocles—or to the non-honors graduates, like a sick fart.
The two incontrovertible, insurmountable, damn sad facts were these:
Beth Cooper was the head cheerleader;
Denis Cooverman was captain of the debate team.
THERE WAS A MOMENTARY DELAY in the reaction to what Denis had just said, because nobody was listening. While the adults contemplated cold beer and college tuition, and the graduates contemplated cold beer and another cold beer, their brains continued routine processing of auditory input, so that when Denis’s mother yelped Oh no, they were able to rewind their sensory memory and hear, again:
I love you, Beth Cooper.
Mrs. Cooverman had been following right along, syllable by syllable, and she knew something was up at syllable ninety-four, when Denis went off the script they had worked so hard on. Her Oh no was the release of tension that had accumulated in the subsequent twenty-nine errant syllables, building suspense for her alone. She did not know who Beth Cooper was, but she knew this was not appropriate for a graduation speech, and probably worse. Mr. Cooverman had been enjoying the speech until his wife yipped.
The bleachers echoed with confused murmurs, while down on the floor the graduating class retroactively grasped the tragic nature of what had transpired, and laughed. Dr. Henneman had been calculating how many dirty, dirty toilets required Mr. Wrona’s lavish attention and had not noticed anything wrong until she heard the laughs; they seemed genuine, and that was not right.
Everyone who knew who Beth Cooper was—the entire class and several hundred adults—craned their necks to stare at her. She was near the end of the third row, next to an empty chair, the seat Denis himself was to return to once he was done humiliating her.
He wasn’t done.
I have loved you, Beth Cooper,
Denis went on, his eyes clinging to his notes, since I first sat behind you in Mrs. Rosa’s math class in the seventh grade. I loved you when I sat behind you in Ms. Rosenbaum’s Literature and Writing I. I loved you when I sat behind you in Mr. Dunker’s algebra and Mr. Weidner’s Spanish. I have loved you from behind—
This got a huge laugh, one Denis should have expected, being a teenager. He also should have anticipated that Dr. Henneman would be looming up behind him, about to put her hand on his shoulder, but he did not and continued at the same measured pace.
…in biology, history, practical science and Literature of the Oppressed. I loved you but I never told you, because we hardly ever spoke. But now I say it, with no regrets.
DENIS MADE A NOISE, a dry click, as if resetting his throat.
And so, let us all, too, say the things we have longed to say but our tongues would not.
He had returned to the approved text. His mother exhaled for the first time in more than a hundred syllables. Dr. Henneman decided intervention was no longer worth the effort, and sat back down. Denis also felt better, having disgorged his annoying heart, and so proceeded more confidently, with the well-practiced cadence of a master debater.
Let us be unafraid,
Denis preached, "to admit, I have an eating disorder and I need help."
Fifty-seven female graduates, and six males, glanced around nervously.
Let us,
Denis chanted, "be unafraid to confess, I am so stuck-up because, deep down, I believe I am worthless."
There were at least seven people Denis could have been referring to, and another four so low on the social totem their conceit was meaningless, but the clear consensus was that Denis was talking about Valli Woolly. Valli Woolly acknowledged the stares by baring her teeth, her version of a smile.
Let us
—cranking now—be courageous, truly courageous rather than simply mindlessly violent—
Greg Saloga. He was definitely talking about Greg Saloga. It was so obvious that even Greg Saloga suspected he was being talked about, and this, like most things, made him angry.
"Let us stand up and say, I am sorry for all the poundings, the pink bellies, the purple nurples…"
Denis had received seven, sixteen and dozens, respectively.
I’m sorry I hurt so many of you. I am cruel and violent because I was unloved as a baby, or I was sexually abused or something.
Greg Saloga’s big tomato face ripened as he erupted from his chair. He had not fully formed a plan beyond smash and head when something tugged the sleeve of his gown. He wheeled around, fist in punch mode, and came very close to delivering some mindless violence into the paper-white face of the diversely disabled and tragically sweet Becky Reese.
Not now,
Becky Reese said in a calming wheeze.
Greg Saloga felt stupid. She was right. He could kill the big-head boy later. He grinned at Becky Reese, much like Frankenstein’s Monster grinned at that flower girl before the misunderstanding.
You should sit down,
Becky Reese said.
Greg Saloga sat down.
In your seat,
Becky Reese clarified.
DENIS MISSED his own near-death experience. He was busy expressing the regrets of fellow classmates who started malicious, hurtful and totally unfounded rumors (e.g. Christy Zawicky and her scurrilous insinuation that semen had been found in someone’s fetal pig from AP biology) or who chose indulgence over excellence (e.g. most of the class but specifically Divya Gupta, Denis’s debate partner, who drank an entire bottle of liebfraumilch the night before the downstate debate finals and made out with both guys from the New Trier team, revealing the entire substance of their argument even if she did not recall doing so). And Denis was just getting started, or so he thought.
And let us not regret,
he said, that we never told even our best friend
—pause, then softer, slower—"I’m gay, dude."
Denis looked right at Rich Munsch, his best friend. This was unnecessary; everyone knew.
Rich Munsch, however, was flabbergasted. He mouthed, somewhat theatrically: I’m not gay!!!
Denis was about to respond when he felt four bony fingers dig under his clavicle.
Thank you, Denis,
Dr. Henneman said, leaning across Denis into the microphone. A lot to think about.
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