I remember being in a bookstore and picking the novella Shopgirl off the shelf with no intention of buying it. I opened it somewhere in the middle and the very first words I saw were the title of one of its chapters, "Sleeping with Jeremy." I walked immediately to the counter and bought it.
Shopgirl is a flawed novella, both in micro (prose) and macro (plot) terms. Nonetheless, I really enjoyed it. Moreover, I don't think my enjoyment had much to do with Shopgirl having a character named Jeremy or even that Shopgirl Jeremy is somebody who fulfills my own chronic aspirations for Significant Self-Improvement. The book pulls off a charming combination of melancholy and sweetness, and it contains many clever one-liners that only occasionally careen over the cliff of Too Cute.
Now it's coming out as a movie. Jeremy is being played by Jason Schwartzman, who was third choice for the role: Jimmy Fallon dropped out just before filming began due to other obligations, and Jeremy Freese declined because of what stardom demands might do to his social science productivity. Jeremy competes with Steve Martin for the affection of Claire Danes. Jeremy faces many disadvantages in this contest, and so perhaps it is for the best that Shopgirl Jeremy, unlike Blogger Jeremy, enters the gladitorial stadium of romance with perfect teeth and a full head of hair.
I've watched the trailer for Shopgirl at least ten times in the last few days. I'm not sure why. I think it has much to do with its prominent use of the song "The Sound of Settling," by Death Cab for Cutie, which I also downloaded to my Nano last night and had propel me along for the first part of last night's run.