Summary
One of Vanity Fair 's Great Quarantine Reads: Step into Jenny Slate's wild imagination in this "magical" (Mindy Kaling), "delicious" (Amy Sedaris), and "poignant" (John Mulaney) New York Times bestseller about love, heartbreak, and being alive -- "this book is something new and wonderful" (George Saunders).
You may "know" Jenny Slate from her new Netflix special, "Stage Fright," or as the creator of Marcel the Shell, or as the star of "Obvious Child." But you don't really know Jenny Slate until you get bonked on the head by her absolutely singular writing style. To see the world through Jenny's eyes is to see it as though for the first time, shimmering with strangeness and possibility.As she will remind you, we live on an ancient ball that rotates around a bigger ball made up of lights and gasses that are science gasses, not farts (don't be immature). Heartbreak, confusion, and misogyny stalk this blue-green sphere, yes, but it is also a place of wild delight and unconstrained vitality, a place where we can start living as soon as we are born, and we can be born at any time. In her dazzling, impossible-to-categorize debut, Jenny channels the pain and beauty of life in writing so fresh, so new, and so burstingly alive, we catch her vision like a fever and bring it back out into the bright day with us, and everything has changed.
You may "know" Jenny Slate from her new Netflix special, "Stage Fright," or as the creator of Marcel the Shell, or as the star of "Obvious Child." But you don't really know Jenny Slate until you get bonked on the head by her absolutely singular writing style. To see the world through Jenny's eyes is to see it as though for the first time, shimmering with strangeness and possibility.As she will remind you, we live on an ancient ball that rotates around a bigger ball made up of lights and gasses that are science gasses, not farts (don't be immature). Heartbreak, confusion, and misogyny stalk this blue-green sphere, yes, but it is also a place of wild delight and unconstrained vitality, a place where we can start living as soon as we are born, and we can be born at any time. In her dazzling, impossible-to-categorize debut, Jenny channels the pain and beauty of life in writing so fresh, so new, and so burstingly alive, we catch her vision like a fever and bring it back out into the bright day with us, and everything has changed.
Contents
TreatIntroduction/explanation/guidelines for consumption
I was born : the list
Fast bad baby
My mother
Deerhoof/dream deer
Restaurant
Daydreams/tides
I want to look out a window
I died : Valentine's Day
Ghosts
Color-spirit
Letter : dreams
Trench-times/dream dog
Eclipse
Touch vs. smack
I died : listening
Beach animals
A prayer
I was born : about to bust
Nice things to do for tipping yourself toward gentleness and simple joy
I died : the sad songs of my vagina
Mouse house
Holding the dog
I died : bonked
The pits
To Norway
Hillside
Important questions
I died : sardines
Sit?
Kathleen/Dog-Flower-Face
Letter : super-ego
Creed
The Code of Hammurabi
Kinship
A fact
Geranium
A tender thief
Night treats for her
The root : a made-up myth
Fur
Tart
Clothes flying on/day flying open
I died : bronze tree
Dog paw
Blue hour
From me to you, from me to everybody.
Published Reviews
Booklist Review: "Publisher's Weekly Review: "
Additional Information
| Subjects |
Slate, Jenny,
-- 1982-
Television actors and actresses -- United States -- Biography. Comedians -- United States -- Biography. Authors, American -- 21st century -- Biography. Autobiographies. Essays. |
| Publisher | New York :2019 |
| Edition | First edition. |
| Other Titles | Essays. |
| Language |
English |
| Notes |
Short autobiographical essays. |
| Description |
ix, 224 pages ; 22 cm |
| ISBN | 9780316485340 0316485349 |
| Other | Classic View |