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When Harold Ross founded The New Yorker in 1925, he described it as a "comic weekly." And although it has become much more than that, it has remained true in its irreverent heart to the description, publishing the most illustrious literary humorists of the modern era, from Robert Benchley and Dorothy Parker to Woody Allen and Steve Martin. This anthology gathers together the funniest work of more than seventy contributors. Parodists take on not only writers like Hemingway and Kerouac, but TV documentaries, Italian cinema, and etiquette books. Other pieces offer perspectives on the heights of fame, the depths of social embarrassment, and the ups and downs of love and sex. A rich selection of humorous verse includes caustic gems by Dorothy Parker, the effortless whimsy of Phyllis McGinley, and Ogden Nash's unforgettable slapstick prosody, as well as forays by luminaries who ought to have known better.--From publisher description.… (mais)
I bought this book for the Garrison Keillor! Just kidding. I can't stand Garrison Keillor. I bought it for the Jack Handey.
"I am willing to do these things because I believe that until people can sit around a desert campfire and go 'Shhh, hear that?' and then listen for the plaintive howl of me, we as a society have lost something." -JH ( )
This is is humor with an edge - not goofball slapstick. Some stories were laugh-out-loud hilarious; but in others I struggled to find any amusement at all. Most of the really clever ones were written before 1950 and many of the authors have written much funnier stuff. One notable exception is Steve Martin's hilarious and all-too-true "Changes in the Memory After Fifty". Well worth a read, but one for dipping into, not reading all in one sitting. ( )
It is dusk in the Laurentians. I am in ski togs. I feel warm and safe, knowing that the most dangerous pitfall for skiers is color, knowing that although a touch of brilliance against the snow is effective, too much of it is the sure sign of the amateur. ( )
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When Harold Ross founded The New Yorker in 1925, he described it as a "comic weekly." And although it has become much more than that, it has remained true in its irreverent heart to the description, publishing the most illustrious literary humorists of the modern era, from Robert Benchley and Dorothy Parker to Woody Allen and Steve Martin. This anthology gathers together the funniest work of more than seventy contributors. Parodists take on not only writers like Hemingway and Kerouac, but TV documentaries, Italian cinema, and etiquette books. Other pieces offer perspectives on the heights of fame, the depths of social embarrassment, and the ups and downs of love and sex. A rich selection of humorous verse includes caustic gems by Dorothy Parker, the effortless whimsy of Phyllis McGinley, and Ogden Nash's unforgettable slapstick prosody, as well as forays by luminaries who ought to have known better.--From publisher description.
"I am willing to do these things because I believe that until people can sit around a desert campfire and go 'Shhh, hear that?' and then listen for the plaintive howl of me, we as a society have lost something." -JH ( )