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371. The Last Black Unicorn

Rating:  ☆☆☆

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Author:   Tiffany Haddish

Genre:  Non Fiction, Memoir, Humor

288 pages, published December 5, 2017

Reading Format:  Audio Book

Summary

The Last Black Unicorn is the memoir of comedian Tiffany Haddish.  Known as a stand-up comedian, actress, and star of Girls Trip, Haddish shares the ups and downs of her life from a poverty stricken, abusive childhood to Hollywood stardom.

Quotes 

“He’s ashamed of himself, because he left you when you were three, did nothing for you, and you ended up being very successful without him, and then you buy him stuff. You are not only a better person than he is, but you are kind and responsible where he is not, and you’re providing where he did not. Not just as his child, but as a woman, providing for him. Your goodness holds up a mirror to his ugliness, and that is too painful for him, so he has to project this onto you, by saying you make him feel less about himself. It’s nothing you did. It’s guilt.”

 

“So I ended up getting out of pimping, because I didn’t make much money. It’s just not a lucrative business, selling dick. Dick ain’t really all that hard to come by.”

 

“I believe my purpose is to bring joy to people, to make them laugh, and to share my story to help them. To show people that no matter what, they matter, and they can succeed. No matter how bad things go, no matter how dark your life is, there is a reason for it. You can find beauty in it, and you can get better. I know, because I’ve done it. That’s why my comedy so often comes from my pain. In my life, and I hope in yours, I want us to grow roses out of the poop.”

 

“You know how white people do, they just encourage and cheer anybody who lets it all hang out and just don’t give a fuck.”

 

“The only downside to the Bar Mitzvahs was that I killed a man once.”

 

“That man hadn’t wanted to dance at first, and I made him, and then I booty popped him . . . and now he’s dead! I just felt like a booty assassin.”

 

“DJ Timbo: “Tiffany, your ass is not deadly.” Tiffany: “No, my ass is deadly. That man is dead.”

 

“Everyone has their own personal pain and their own demons, and no one will talk about it, and that’s why they never get better. They’re all afraid to talk about it.”

 

“That’s why I think my life turned out as good as it has. Because all the time, I’m just trying to have fun.”

 

“In stand-up, you do need to be having fun up there like Richard Pryor said, but you have to know yourself well, too. You have to know when you make different faces, or do different things, you get certain reactions. You start learning and it’s like playing a piano. You just know exactly what keys to stroke, ’cause really with comedy, you’re like fiddling with people’s souls. You resonate on the same frequency as them, trying to get them to relate.”

 

“I’m a survivor, and all this struggle I went through—while it sucked at the time—is really helping me now. It has helped me get to where I am, and it will help me continue to improve and do better. It didn’t always feel like it at times, but I truly believe I am blessed.”

 

“all my wins are lessons and all my failures are lessons that will one day become wins.” 

My Take

Reading The Last Black Unicorn was a window into a culture that I know little about it and have a hard time relating to.  I haven’t seen Tiffany Haddish’s work, but found her memoir to be both humorous and poignant.  She is a survivor and writes about her past with love rather than bitterness.  If you are a fan, then you are likely to enjoy this book.

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363. The Joy of Doing Just Enough

Rating:  ☆☆

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Author:   Jennifer McCartney

Genre:  Non Fiction, Humor, Self Improvement

144 pages, published April 3, 2018

Reading Format:  Audio Book on Hoopla

Summary

As you can tell by the title, The Joy of Doing Just Enough isn’t a motivational, self-improvement book.   Rather, author Jennifer McCartney advocates that doing “just enough” to get by is often good enough.

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My Take

While the message of this book isn’t completely counterproductive, my personal guru Gretchen Rubin said it much better, “One of the biggest wastes of time is doing something well that didn’t need to be done at all.”

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358. Southern Lady Code

Rating:  ☆☆☆

Recommended by:   Lisa Goldberg

Author:   Helen Ellis

Genre:  Non Fiction, Essays, Humor, Memoir, Short Stories

224 pages, published April 16, 2019

Reading Format:  Audio Book

Summary

Southern Lady Code is a collection of 23 essays by Helen Ellis, a Southern woman living in New York City.  She takes on topics such as marriage, manners, thank-you notes, ghosts, gunshots, gynecology, and the art of living life as a Southern Lady.

Quotes 

“One of Mama’s parenting mantras was: “Oh, Helen Michelle, I have yet to begin to embarrass you.”

 

“If you don’t know what to do with the rest of your life, make your bed. If you’re going to be a couch potato, at least fluff the pillows. If you can’t afford pearls, red nail polish is your best accessory. If you don’t have time to do your nails, smile and stand up straight.”

 

“Mama says, ” Helen Michelle, a lot of women have trouble saying no and then find themselves in worse situations because they were afraid of being rude. So, if you have trouble saying no, say ‘No, thank you.’ Let’s practice.”

 

“No fairy tale begins: “Once upon a time, he blindfolded me in the back of a car.” No fantasy suite has another woman’s hair clogging the drains. A suitcase full of gowns doesn’t make you a princess. Be careful what you wish for, Cinderella’s house was infested with mice. If a man doesn’t kiss you, he doesn’t want to kiss you. If a man doesn’t kiss you on the mouth, he doesn’t find you attractive. A fist bump is not a kiss. An ass pat is not a kiss. Don’t trust a man who keeps your kisses a secret.”

 

“Because it turns out, “If it happens, it happens” is Southern Lady Code for we don’t want kids.” 

My Take

A fun, fluffy diversion.  I especially enjoyed the story of how the author’s parents staged a home invasion when she was a teenager as a party trick to see what she and her friends remembered.

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355. Fat Girl Walking: Sex, Food, Love, and Being Comfortable in Your Skin…Every Inch of It

Rating:  ☆☆☆1/2

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Author:   Brittany Gibbons

Genre:  Non Fiction, Memoir, Humor

240 pages, published May 19, 2015

Reading Format:  Book

Summary

Fat Girl Walking is a memoir written by Brittany Gibbons, a size 18 blogger who writes about her life long struggle with weight and acceptance of her body.  She wore a bikini in Times Square and stripped down to her underwear and bra for a Ted Talk on body image to make a point about how real women look and how they need to learn to love their bodies.

Quotes 

“Instead, I realized that people are allowed to say whatever they want to me about my weight, but it’s entirely up to me how much power I let those words have over me. I’m not obligated or required to accept negative commentary about my looks. I’m not less confident or honest for ignoring that it’s there. I’m just confident enough to know it’s not true.”

 

“Side note: is anyone else grateful social media wasn’t a thing when they were a teenager? It’s like Draco Malfoy and all three Heathers smooshed into one invisible organism that thrives on Internet memes and passive aggression.”

 

“…the thing about dieting is that it’s really horrible and boring for a longer period of time than feeling pretty in small jeans feels. That’s just basic math.”

 

“Just remember this: college is the most expensive place to be confused in the whole entire world.”

 

“Don’t go to college. It’s the absolute worst and it will ruin your life and you’ll never have good enough credit to own things, ever. Learn a trade or invent Facebook. College is for dummies.”

 

“Well, unless I’m sitting atop you, what I weigh is really none of your business.”

 

“I banned the use of fat as a slur hurled toward myself and strangers. I’m not saying I don’t see fat; saying that is akin to the people who make grand statements about ‘not seeing color.’ Seeing color doesn’t mean you’re a racist. It means your eyes work, but that you are hopefully able to see color not for a discrepancy in normal, but as a beautiful component of diversity.”

 

“You are going to fail at a lot of things, so when you do, do it on such a grand scale that half the room gives you a standing ovation, and the other half gives you the middle finger.” 

My Take

Brittany Gibbons has a unique, humorous voice and I enjoyed her memoir.  A breezy, quick read that will give you some empathy for the overweight of the world.

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352. Herding cats: a “Sarah’s scribbles” collection

Rating:  ☆☆1/2

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Author:   Sarah Anderson

Genre:  Graphic Novel, Humor

112 pages, published March 27, 2018

Reading Format:  Book

Summary

Herding Cats is a humorous graphic novel by Sarah Anderson that takes on topics such meeting deadlines, piles of junk-food wrappers under a glowing computer screen, and an ever-growing horde of pets.

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My Take

I picked up this book from the library after seeing that it had won a Goodreads 2018 Choice Award.  I also mistakenly thought it was by Alie Brosh, author of Hyperbole and a Half, a graphic novel with similar illustration style that I read earlier in the year (and enjoyed much more).  I found Herding Cats just kind of mehhh.  Try Hyperbole and a Half. 

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351. Baby Don’t Hurt Me: Stories and Scars from Saturday Night Live

Rating:  ☆☆☆

Recommended by:  Scot Reader

Author:   Chris Kattan

Genre:  Non Fiction, Memoir, Humor

270 pages, published May 7, 2019

Reading Format:  Book

Summary

Baby Don’t Hurt Me is the autobiography of Saturday Night Live alum Chris Kattan, best known for his roles as Mango, Mr. Peepers, and one half (along with Will Farrell) of the head-bopping brothers in A Night at the Roxbury.

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My Take

My husband Scot gave me Baby Don’t Hurt Me as an anniversary gift.  Early in our marriage (before we had kids), we would take in shows at the Groundlings Theater in mid-town Los Angeles.  Chris Kattan (along with Will Ferrell, Cheri Oteri and Lisa Kudrow) is one of the Groundlings that we saw on a regular basis and he was hilarious (especially his Mr. Peepers sketch which worked particularly well in a live performance).  It was fun to read about Kattan’s life and show business experiences and take a trip down memory lane.

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332. Calypso

Rating:  ☆☆☆

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Author:   David Sedaris

Genre:  Non Fiction, Memoir, Humor

272 pages, published May 29, 2018

Reading Format:  Audio Book

Summary

Calypso is a collection of short stories by the humorous essayist David Sedaris.  As with many of his previous books (Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls) Sedaris writes about his family and also his boyfriend Hugh.   Much of the book focuses on Sedaris’ purchase of a beach house on the Carolina coast, named “the Sea Section,” where he envisions long, relaxing vacations spent playing board games and lounging in the sun with those he loves most. It doesn’t quite work out that way.

Quotes 

“After I die, and you read something bad about yourself in my diary, do yourself a favor and keep reading,” I often say to Hugh. “I promise that on the next page you’ll find something flattering. Or maybe the page after that.”

 

“I felt betrayed, the way you do when you discover that your cat has a secret secondary life and is being fed by neighbors who call him something stupid like Calypso. Worse is that he loves them as much as he loves you, which is to say not at all, really. The entire relationship has been your own invention.”

 

“In France the most often used word is “connerie,” which means “bullshit,” and in America it’s hands-down “awesome,” which has replaced “incredible,” “good,” and even “just OK.” Pretty much everything that isn’t terrible is awesome in America now.”

 

“Increasingly at Southern airports, instead of a “good-bye” or “thank-you,” cashiers are apt to say, “Have a blessed day.” This can make you feel like you’ve been sprayed against your will with God cologne. “Get it off me!” I always want to scream. “Quick, before I start wearing ties with short-sleeved shirts!”

 

“Why do you think she did it?” I asked as we stepped back into the sunlight. For that’s all any of us were thinking, had been thinking, since we got the news. Mustn’t Tiffany have hoped that whatever pills she’d taken wouldn’t be strong enough and that her failed attempt would lead her back into our fold? How could anyone purposefully leave us—us, of all people? This is how I thought of it, for though I’ve often lost faith in myself, I’ve never lost faith in my family, in my certainty that we are fundamentally better than everyone else. It’s an archaic belief, one I haven’t seriously reconsidered since my late teens, but still I hold it. Ours is the only club I’d ever wanted to be a member of, so I couldn’t imagine quitting. Backing off for a year or two was understandable, but to want out so badly that you’d take your own life?”

 

“Happiness is harder to put into words. It’s also harder to source, much more mysterious than anger or sorrow, which come to me promptly, whenever I summon them, and remain long after I’ve begged them to leave.”

 

“there are only two kinds of flights: ones in which you die and ones in which you do not.”

 

“It is what it is,” which is ubiquitous now and means absolutely nothing, as far as we can see. “Isn’t that the state motto of South Dakota?” I said the second or third time I heard it.”

 

“Everyone in America is extremely concerned with hydration. Go more than five minutes without drinking, and you’ll surely be discovered behind a potted plant, dried out like some escaped hermit crab. When I was young no one would think to bring a bottle of water into a classroom. I don’t think they even sold bottled water. We survived shopping trips without it, and funerals. Now, though, you see people with those barrels that Saint Bernards carry around their necks in cartoons, lugging them into the mall and the movie theater, then hogging the fountains in order to refill them. Is that really necessary?”

 

“When visitors leave, I feel like an actor watching the audience file out of the theater, and it was no different with my sisters. The show over, Hugh and I returned to lesser versions of ourselves. We’re not a horrible couple, but we have our share of fights, the type that can start with a misplaced sock and suddenly be about everything. “I haven’t liked you since 2002,” he hissed during a recent argument over which airport security line was moving the fastest.”

 

“You’re not supposed to talk about your good deeds, I know. It effectively negates them and in the process makes people hate you.”

 

“Another word I’ve added to “the list” is “conversation,” as in “We need to have a national conversation about_________.” This is employed by the left to mean “You need to listen to me use the word ‘diversity’ for an hour.” The right employs obnoxious terms as well—“libtard,” “snowflake,” etc.—but because they can be applied to me personally it seems babyish to ban them. I’ve outlawed “meds,” “bestie,” “bucket list,” “dysfunctional,” “expat,” “cab-sav,” and the verb “do” when used in a restaurant, as in “I’ll do the snails on cinnamon toast.” “Ugh,” Ronnie agrees. “Do!—that’s the worst.” “My new thing,” I told her, “is to look at the menu and say, ‘I’d like to purchase the veal chop.’” A lot of our outlawed terms were invented by black people and then picked up by whites, who held on to them way past their expiration date. “My bad,” for example, and “I’ve got your back” and “You go, girlfriend.” They’re the verbal equivalents of sitcom grandmothers high-fiving one another, and on hearing them, I wince and feel ashamed of my entire race.” 

My Take

:   I always get more than a few chuckles when reading a David Sedaris book and Calypso was no exception.  It isn’t his best effort, but also not his worst.  More like average Sedaris.  I especially enjoyed his essays on buying “The Sea Section,” a beach house in North Carolina since my husband and I are contemplating doing the same thing.

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324. Plato and a Platypus Walk Into a Bar: Understanding Philosophy Through Jokes

Rating:  ☆☆☆

Recommended by:   Margo Funk

Author:   Thomas Cathcart, Daniel Klein

Genre:  Non Fiction, Philosophy, Humor

200 pages, published May 1, 2007

Reading Format:  Book

Summary

An overview of the great philosophical traditions, schools, concepts, and thinkers as told with humor and jokes.

Quotes 

Moses trudges down from Mt. Sinai, tablets in hand, and announces to the assembled multitudes: “I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. The good news is I got Him down to ten. Thebad news is ‘adultery’ is still in.”

 

“Some have argued that because the universe is like a clock, there must be a Clockmaker. As the eighteenth-century British empiricist David Hume pointed out, this is a slippery argument, because there is nothing that is really perfectly analogous to the universe as a whole, unless it’s another universe, so we shouldn’t try to pass off anything that is just a part of this universe. Why a clock anyhow? Hume asks. Why not say the universe is analogous to a kangaroo? After all, both are organically interconnected systems. But the kangaroo analogy would lead to a very different conclusion about the origin of the universe: namely, that it was born of another universe after that universe had sex with a third universe. ”

 

“Sorting out what’s good and bad is the province of ethics. It is also what keeps priests, pundits, and parents busy. Unfortunately, what keeps children and philosophers busy is asking the priests, pundits and parents, “Why?”

 

“The optimist says, “The glass is half full.”

The pessimist says, “The glass is half empty.”

The rationalist says, “This glass is twice as big as it needs to be.”

 

“A man stumbles into a deep well and plummets a hundred feet before grasping a spindly root, stopping his fall. His grip grows weaker and weaker, and in his desperation he cries out, “Is there anybody up there?” He looks up, and all he can see is a circle of sky. Suddenly, the clouds part and a beam of bright light shines down on him. A deep voice thunders, “I, the Lord, am here. Let go of the root, and I will save you.” The man thinks for a moment and then yells, “Is there anybody else up there?” 

My Take

If you want to learn more about philosophy and philosophical traditions, this humor book is a fun way to do so.

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321. Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood

Rating:  ☆☆☆☆☆

Recommended by:   Terra McKinnish

Author:   Trevor Noah

Genre:  Non Fiction, Memoir, Humor

304 pages, published November 15, 2016

Reading Format:  Audio Book

Summary

Born a Crime is a memoir by comedian Trevor Noah, host of The Daily Show on Comedy Central, about his childhood and young adult years in South Africa.  The book focuses on the impact of his sacrificial and religious mother, Patricia Noah, a black Xhosa woman whose desire for a baby led her to become pregnant by a white Swiss father at a time when such a union was punishable by five years in prison.   Noah lived through a time of transformation in South Africa and saw the end of apartheid during his teenage years.  We see a mischievous young boy grow up to become a restless young man as he struggles to find himself in a world where he was never supposed to exist alongside a fearless mother determined to save her son from the cycle of poverty, violence, and abuse that would ultimately threaten her own life.

Quotes 

“Language, even more than color, defines who you are to people.”

 

“Nelson Mandela once said, ‘If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.’ He was so right. When you make the effort to speak someone else’s language, even if it’s just basic phrases here and there, you are saying to them, ‘I understand that you have a culture and identity that exists beyond me. I see you as a human being.”

 

“We tell people to follow their dreams, but you can only dream of what you can imagine, and, depending on where you come from, your imagination can be quite limited.”

 

“Trevor, remember a man is not determined by how much he earns. You can still be a man of the house and earn less than your woman. Being a man is not what you have, it’s who you are. Being more of a man doesn’t mean your woman has to be less than you.”

 

“Being chosen is the greatest gift you can give to another human being.”

 

“I don’t regret anything I’ve ever done in life, any choice that I’ve made. But I’m consumed with regret for the things I didn’t do, the choices I didn’t make, the things I didn’t say. We spend so much time being afraid of failure, afraid of rejection. But regret is the thing we should fear most. Failure is an answer. Rejection is an answer. Regret is an eternal question you will never have the answer to. “What if…” “If only…” “I wonder what would have…” You will never, never know, and it will haunt you for the rest of your days.”

 

“Learn from your past and be better because of your past,” she would say, “but don’t cry about your past. Life is full of pain. Let the pain sharpen you, but don’t hold on to it. Don’t be bitter.”

 

“The world doesn’t love you. If the police get you, the police don’t love you. When I beat you, I’m trying to save you. When they beat you, they’re trying to kill you.”

 

“The first thing I learned about having money was that it gives you choices. People don’t want to be rich. They want to be able to choose. The richer you are, the more choices you have. That is the freedom of money.”

 

“I was blessed with another trait I inherited from my mother, her ability to forget the pain in life. I remember the thing that caused the trauma, but I don’t hold onto the trauma. I never let the memory of something painful prevent me from trying something new. If you think too much about the ass kicking your mom gave you or the ass kicking that life gave you, you’ll stop pushing the boundaries and breaking the rules. It’s better to take it, spend some time crying, then wake up the next day and move on. You’ll have a few bruises and they’ll remind you of what happened and that’s ok. But after a while, the bruises fade and they fade for a reason. Because now, it’s time to get up to some shit again.”

 

“Comfort can be dangerous. Comfort provides a floor but also a ceiling.”

 

“My grandmother always told me that she loved my prayers. She believed my prayers were more powerful, because I prayed in English. Everyone knows that Jesus, who’s white, speaks English. The Bible is in English. Yes, the Bible was not written in English, but the Bible came to South Africa in English so to us it’s English. Which made my prayers the best prayers because English prayers get answered first. How do we know this? Look at white people. Clearly they’re getting through to the right person. Add to that Matthew 19:14. “Suffer little children to come unto me,” Jesus said, “for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” So if a child is praying in English? To White Jesus? That’s a powerful combination right there.”

 

 “We live in a world where we don’t see the ramifications of what we do to others because we don’t live with them. It would be a whole lot harder for an investment banker to rip off people with subprime mortgages if he actually had to live with the people he was ripping off.

If we could see one another’s pain and empathize with one another, it would never be worth it to us to commit the crimes in the first place.”

 

“Growing up in a home of abuse, you struggle with the notion that you can love a person you hate, or hate a person you love. It’s a strange feeling. You want to live in a world where someone is good or bad, where you either love or hate them, but that’s not how people are.”

 

“The name Hitler does not offend a black South African because Hitler is not the worst thing a black South African can imagine. Every country thinks their history is the most important, and that’s especially true in the West. But if black South Africans could go back in time and kill one person, Cecil Rhodes would come up before Hitler. If people in the Congo could go back in time and kill one person, Belgium’s King Leopold would come way before Hitler. If Native Americans could go back in time and kill one person, it would probably be Christopher Columbus or Andrew Jackson.”

 

“Nearly one million people lived in Soweto. Ninety-nine point nine percent of them were black—and then there was me. I was famous in my neighborhood just because of the color of my skin. I was so unique people would give directions using me as a landmark. “The house on Makhalima Street. At the corner you’ll see a light-skinned boy. Take a right there.”

 

“A dog is a great thing for a kid to have. It’s like a bicycle but with emotions.”

  

“The dogs left with us and we walked. I sobbed the whole way home, still heartbroken. My mom had no time for my whining. “Why are you crying?!”  “Because Fufi loves another boy.”  “So? Why would that hurt you? It didn’t cost you anything. Fufi’s here. She still loves you. She’s still your dog. So get over it.”  Fufi was my first heartbreak. No one has ever betrayed me more than Fufi. It was a valuable lesson to me. The hard thing was understanding that Fufi wasn’t cheating on me with another boy. She was merely living her life to the fullest. Until I knew that she was going out on her own during the day, her other relationship hadn’t affected me at all. Fufi had no malicious intent.  I believed that Fufi was my dog, but of course that wasn’t true. Fufi was a dog. I was a boy. We got along well. She happened to live in my house. That experience shaped what I’ve felt about relationships for the rest of my life: You do not own the thing that you love. I was lucky to learn that lesson at such a young age. I have so many friends who still, as adults, wrestle with feelings of betrayal. They’ll come to me angry and crying and talking about how they’ve been cheated on and lied to, and I feel for them. I understand what they’re going through. I sit with them and buy them a drink and I say, “Friend, let me tell you the story of Fufi.” 

My Take

I loved Born a Crime.  At turns funny and poignant, it was continuously interesting and entertaining.  I learned a lot about South Africa and the impact of Apartheid from this book.  In addition to being a gifted comedian, Trevor Noah is a gifted writer and tells an engrossing tale of growing up in a repressive system where he did not easily fit in with any group.  However, the unconditional love, discipline and encouragement of his mother along with his own skills and ambition propelled Noah to an amazing and compelling life.  I highly recommend the audio version of this book which is read (at times hilariously) by the author.

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307. Undermajordomo Minor

Rating:  ☆☆☆☆

Recommended by:   Kathy Hewitt

Author:   Patrick deWitt

Genre:  Fiction, Fantasy, Humor

224 pages, published September 8, 2015

Reading Format:  Book

Summary

Lucy (aka Lucien) Minor has been hired to work under the Major Domo in the dilapidated Castle Van Aux which is inhabited by a mysterious Baron who spends his time pining for his Baroness who abandoned him long ago.  While trying to figure out life in the castle and life in general, Lucy meets the beautiful Klara, a poor local girl with whom he falls deeply in love.  Things turn problematic when Adolphus, a brutish soldier, returns to the village and tries to claim Klara.

Quotes 

“I find the constant upkeep of the body woefully fatiguing, don’t you?”

 

“She wasn’t precisely sure what she was walking toward but she wouldn’t have turned around for the world.”

 

“As it happens, I’m chasing after a girl, Father. For it has come to pass that I’ve fallen in love.” Father Raymond leaned in. “In love, you say?” “Just so.” “And what is that like? I’ve often wondered about it.” Lucy said, “It is a glory and a torment.” “Really? Would you not recommend it, then?” “I would recommend it highly. Just to say it’s not for the faint of heart.”

 

“Easier asked than answered,” said Mr. Olderglough. “For our days here are varied, and so our needs are also varied. On the whole, I think you’ll find the workload to be light in that you will surely have ample free time. But then there comes the question of what one does with his free time. I have occasionally felt that this was the most difficult part of the job; indeed, the most difficult part of being alive, wouldn’t you say, boy?”

 

“Let us look within ourselves and search out the dormant warrior.” “Mine is dormant to the point of non-existence, sir.”

 

“We must try again,” said Lucy. “Must we?” Tomas asked. “Of course we must. Otherwise we’ll die here.” Here Tomas spoke gently, and with tranquil understanding. “That’s not how we see it, Lucy.” “How do you see it?” “We’ll live here.”

 

“You always bring God into arguments you know you’re losing, for the liar is lonely, and welcomes all manner of company.”

 

“A man accepts an inferior cup of tea, telling himself it is only a small thing. But what comes next? Do you see?”

 

“Walking away on the springy legs of a foal he thought, How remarkable a thing a lie is. He wondered if it wasn’t man’s finest achievement, and after some consideration, he decided it was.”

 

“And yet he held his tongue, wanting his farewell with Marina to be peaceable, not out of any magnanimity, but so that after Tor ruined her—he felt confident Tor would ruin her—and she was once more alone, she would think of Lucy’s graciousness and feel the long-lingering sting of bitter regret.”

 

“He wandered here and there over rolling hills.

He never saw the ocean but

dreamed of it often enough.” 

My Take

Much like his previous book The Sisters Brothers, Undermajordomo Minor is a peculiar, but fascinating book.  In his twisting of the fable format, Patrick deWitt explores such universal themes as the agony and ecstasy of love, man’s search for meaning, the futility of war, standing up for what you believe, and even sexual perversion (from an extremely bizarre section that came out of nowhere).  While it’s a strange brew of a book that mixes all of this together amidst the backdrop of a small village in 19th Century Europe, I found it to be a quick and compelling read.