So I recently started, tossed aside in disgust, picked up again, and reluctantly finished Julie Klausner's memoir I Don't Care About Your Band. It was an okay book--I'll talk more about that--but it made me realize that I've read several memoirs in the last several years by women who work in comedy in some way or another. Here's my list of funny-lady books, in order from (in my opinion) best to definitely-not-best:
Tina Fey, Bossypants
Okay, who else would be at the top? Not only has Fey had an awesome career in comedy so far, but she's an excellent, hilarious writer. I have read Bossypants cover-to-cover at least twice, but more often I pull it up on my Kindle (oh my gawd, I know, a Kindle) and pick a chapter at random when I need to pass some time. Every story, from the description of her debonair father to her after-college job at the Evanston YMCA to her first meeting with Lorne Michaels to her reflections on motherhood, is delightful and engaging. Fey has a deeply feminist perspective that I appreciate, and balances her cynicism with the self-deprecation and perfect pop-culture references that also came through during the seven wonderful seasons of 30 Rock. Okay, Tina Fey is one of my role models and I get that I'm seriously biased in this review, but even if you're meh on her, you will enjoy this book.
Jen Kirkman, I Can Barely Take Care of Myself: Tales from a Happy Life Without Kids
Kirkman is my ultimate girl-crush, and even though she's best known from Chelsea Lately and Drunk History (not to mention her own comedy and her wonderful podcast, I Seem Fun), it was through this book that I found out she existed. At the time, last summer, I was hungry for books from women who'd chosen never to have children, a future I was going back and forth on at the time, and Kirkman gave me exactly what I needed: a manifesto for the childfree lifestyle, built not through judgment but through memory and wit and solid argument. I'd say this book is part memoir, part testament to a way of life that still doesn't receive nearly the credit it deserves, but at the same time, Kirkman never tries to persuade her readers that they should be just like her. The point is simply to say that she's never wanted children, and it's totally fine. And if the thought of being childfree isn't in the cards for you, it doesn't matter; this is a fun read either way.
Mindy Kaling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? And Other Concerns
The first time I read this book, I think I was a tad bit disappointed. A lot of what Kaling writes about is rather surface-level, and occasionally you get the feeling that she never did so much as smoke pot once in college or under-tip a waiter or have sex with a creep. Make a mistake, Mindy! Let us be mildly disappointed in you! That said, this is another enjoyable, smart memoir by a woman whose career had only begun to take off when it was published (at the time she was still writing for The Office and playing its character Kelly). The way Kaling writes about her childhood friends, her brief job as a nanny, and the daydreams she has to get herself through a workout remind me a great deal of her character on The Mindy Project, actually: a little superficial and ditzy on the outside, but also charming and intelligent.
Rachel Dratch, Girl Walks Into A Bar...Comedy Calamities, Dating Disasters, and a Midlife Miracle
Meh. I so wanted to enjoy this book--Rachel Dratch is a fantastic actress with a long SNL career that I was aching to learn more about. But you really don't get much of that. The childhood stuff is pretty bland, the comedy/SNL stuff is good but fleeting, and then you get page after page about her unexpected detour into motherhood. Dratch loves being a mom, especially after believing she wouldn't be one for so long, and her not-quite-romantic-but-definitely-partnered relationship with the father of her child is interesting, but that's not the reason why you'd read this book, is it? Of course not. You want to read about hanging out with young Jimmy Fallon and what it's like to be a popular actress who isn't particularly beautiful (that sounds meaner than I intend it--it's just that I like reading/thinking about people who make it in entertainment despite not having the classic "look"). At least, I did. I only got a handful of the good, meaty, show-biz stuff and way more than I cared to about baby slings and nursing.
Julie Klausner, I Don't Care About Your Band: What I Learned from Indie Rockers, Trust Funders, Pornographers, Faux Sensitive Hipsters, Felons, and Other Guys I've Dated
Blerg. I've been listening to Julie Klausner's podcast recently and liked it, so I figured her book would be good, too. It really isn't. There are some funny, juicy bits in the beginning, but most of the book is bleak and rather boring. Thing is, it could have all been so much better with some context. Who is Julie Klausner, and why should we care that she dated/slept with her fair share of shitty men in her twenties? This book offers up very little of the rest of her life. What does she care about and what does she want? What does she do with her time when she's not watching some unfortunate dude shed his clothing in a dank, ugly bachelor pad somewhere in New York? We don't know. This book is simply chapter after chapter of disgust and frustration that never gets resolved. Sure, it's "relatable," in the sense that most of us have been there, but that doesn't mean it's interesting.
Let's not forget that the wonderful Amy Poehler's book, Yes, Please, is coming out in October! What books by women in comedy have you read and enjoyed/not enjoyed? Anyone read any Chelsea Handler? I really can't bring myself to do that but I will if you think it's worth it.
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Wednesday, December 21, 2011
My Friend Tina
This past weekend, one of my best friends came to visit me in Chicago.
In the spirit of protecting her delicate identity, I will refer to her as Tina Fey.
(Seriously, she looks so much like Tina Fey.)
It took a while for me to find her on the corner of Washington and LaSalle. She wandered there from the train station and hung out in the Einstein Bagels, and then when I got there she’d gone across the street, so I spent a few minutes pacing outside Einstein’s and wondering if she’d been kidnapped.
But then she saw me and came back. We had a tearful reunion.
And we had a great weekend!
We went to Chinatown and bought trinkets.
We saw the holiday train at the Jackson red line stop. There were lights and a Santa and excitement.
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Great shot, right? |
We got very cold and stopped at Corner Bakery for coffee and defrosting our fingers.
We got warm again and went to the Bean at Millennium Park.
We saw the Marilyn Monroe statue. Marilyn had snow on her dress.
We bumped into way too many people on State Street.
We went to Daley Plaza and the Christmas market, which personally I found a little boring except for these birds:
We went to the Sears Tower (NOT Willis Tower, as it would insist to be called these days). Tina called her mom and was like GUESS WHERE I AM! NO, NOT CHINATOWN! GUESS!
Here we are on the skydeck:
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Okay, not a great picture, you can't see a thing, it was dark and raining, don't judge. |
We went to dinner at Elephant and Castle.
We watched Bridesmaids, and my life became complete.
…And all of that was just Saturday.
Sunday was fun, too. Tina and I saw The Descendants with George Clooney and I had to bite down hard on my tongue to keep from bursting into tears. What a sad and beautiful movie. My god, I can’t even describe. Also I dropped all my popcorn on the ground.
We also got super lost on our way back to the train station Sunday night and ended up walking something like 16 blocks in the cold and dark, and by the time we reached Union Station we were exhausted and starving and grumpy. Somehow we were able to avoid getting hit by trucks, stumbled into a sports bar, and ate and drank everything we could ever want. Tina made me get a cab home. Ahem.
A word about friends: the ones who ride Amtrak from the smutty old station in Erie, PA to visit you in Chicago, who get up with you at 6 AM because you have to go to work on Friday and don’t want to leave them all alone in your apartment, who wait patiently on a dead college campus while you’re at work, who don’t get mad when you can’t follow directions and end up dragging them all over the more god-forsaken parts of the city, who leave town Sunday night on same smutty train because they have to go to work at 8 AM after a night of fitful, chilly sleep…those are friends worth having.
Tina Fey is one of those friends.
Here we are having fun together.
The End.
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