DATING BIG BIRD

A year-in-the-life of a single, Manhattan career woman intent on making babies before her ovarian “gum-ball machine”

dispenses its last egg: a tale that makes for laughs and touching moments—if little insight. Thirty-five-year-old Ellen Franck lives the New York dream. The marketing genius behind a prestigious fashion designer, she rubs shoulders with the rich and famous, has a great apartment and a hectic social life—but no baby. Career dedication left Ellen little time to ponder procreation until rapture with her sister’s first child, the “Pickle,” sparked maternal yearning. Ellen’s 47-year-old lover, an intimacy-phobe since his son died and his wife left him, doesn’t share her enthusiasm, so Ellen spends a year scheming to find a partner—or at least a sperm donor—who will oblige her with an infant. This quintessential New York story (where yet another beautiful, talented women trawls a sea of potential fathers and comes up empty) nicely ponders the question of whether women, despite feminist strides, still need men to complete them. It glosses over other social questions that lie at its center, however: What makes it so hard for urbanite, professional women to find viable partners? Why have their male counterparts become scared of commitment to the point of clich‚? These questions aside, Zigman’s second (after Animal Husbandry, 1997) portrays a woman’s love for a child so poignantly, in scenes between Ellen and the Pickle, that more sentimental readers may weep. And the close, in which Ellen realizes she doesn’t need a man yet gets one anyway—not because he completes her but because they love each other—is both hopeful and heartwarming. Though Zigman’s refusal to probe some of the deeper questions sometimes frustrates, her modern story of a woman on a

baby quest is a worthy read, both well told and funny.