The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P. is a novel that describes, unsurprisingly, the love affairs of Nate, a unsufferable young writer in New York on the cusp of success. Nate thinks very highly of himself, likes to remind others that he went to Harvard (every 10 pages or so), and loves no one more than himself, in a self-absorbed, selfish way that I found neither amusing nor truly despicable. It’s admirable that his main girlfriend, Hannah, sticks it out as long as she does, and while I wanted to cheer when she finally tells him off, she wimpily withdraws her accurate, if harsh zinger of a send-off. Hannah, we were all cheering for you — and now Nate will go on reminding others that he went to Harvard, never considering that perhaps, just perhaps, he should consider his girlfriends to be just as important as him, and judging women by how they look, nothing more. Villains as main characters can be fascinating, but this one was just boring.