Romantic Comedy

Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Epilogue Dedication Acknowledgments Other Titles About the Author Landmarks Cover Cover Title Page Contents Start Copyright Print Page List v vi 1 3 4 5 7 9 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 295 297 298 299 300 vii 303 304 305 ii 307 Romantic Comedy is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2023 by Curtis Sittenfeld All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York. Random House and the House colophon are registered trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC. Grateful acknowledgment is made to Hal Leonard LLC for permission to reprint an excerpt from “Dairy Queen”, words and music by Amy Ray, copyright © 2004 by Songs of Universal, Inc. and Godhap Music. All rights administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission of Hal Leonard LLC. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Names: Sittenfeld, Curtis, author. Title: Romantic comedy: a novel / Curtis Sittenfeld. Description: First Edition. | New York: Random House, [2023] Identifiers: LCCN 2022050530 (print) | LCCN 2022050531 (ebook) | ISBN 9780399590948 (Hardback) | ISBN 9780399590955 (Ebook) Classification: LCC PS3619.I94 R66 2023 (print) | LCC PS3619.I94 (ebook) | DDC 813/.6—dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/​2022050530 LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/​2022050531 International edition ISBN 9780593597255 Ebook ISBN 9780399590955 randomhousebooks.com Book design by Elizabeth A. D. Eno, adapted for ebook Cover design: Cassie Gonzales ep_prh_6.0_143150124_c0_r0 Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Epilogue Dedication Acknowledgments By Curtis Sittenfeld About the Author _143150124_ PROLOGUE February 2018 You should not, I’ve read many times, reach for your phone first thing in the morning—the news, social media, and emails all disrupt the natural stages of waking and create stress—which is how I’ll preface the fact that when I reached for my phone first thing one morning and learned that Danny Horst and Annabel Lily were dating, I was furious. I wasn’t furious because I was in love with Danny Horst or, for that matter, with Annabel Lily. Nor was I furious because two more people in the world had found romantic bliss while I remained mostly single. And I wasn’t furious that I hadn’t heard the news directly from Danny, even though we shared an office. The reason I was furious was that Annabel Lily was a gorgeous, talented, world-famous movie star, and Danny was a schlub. He wasn’t a bad guy, and he, too, was talented. But, for Christ’s sake, he was a TV writer, a comedy writer—he was a male version of me. He was pasty skinned and sleep-deprived and sarcastic. And, perhaps because he was male or perhaps because he was a decade younger than I was, he was a lot less self-consciously people-pleasing and a lot more recklessly crass. At after-parties, he was undisguisedly high or tripping. He referred often, almost guilelessly, to both his social anxiety and his porn consumption. When he’d considered going on Rogaine, I had, at his request, used his phone to take pictures of the top of his head so that he could see exactly how much his hair was thinning there, and when he applied the medication the first time, I’d checked to make sure the foam was evenly rubbed in. And I was so familiar with the various genres of his burps that I could infer from them what he’d eaten recently. Danny was like a little brother to me—I adored him, and he stank and got on my nerves. But his foul and annoying ways had, apparently, not precluded Annabel Lily’s interest. She’d been the guest host of The Night Owls three weeks prior, coinciding with the release of her latest film, the fourth in an action franchise in which she played a corrupt FBI agent. She’d delivered the opening monologue while wearing a one-shouldered black satin cocktail dress with a thigh slit, highlighting her slender yet curvy body; her long red hair had been styled into old Hollywood waves. Annabel was beautiful and sweet and charming, and if she didn’t have the best comic timing, she was completely