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Disquiet, Please!: More Humor Writing from The New Yorker (Modern Library Paperbacks) |  | Creators: David Remnick, Henry Finder
Publisher: Modern Library
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ISBN: 0812979974
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Publication Date: March 9, 2010
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The New Yorker is, of course, a bastion of superb essays, influential investigative journalism, and insightful arts criticism. But for eighty years it’s also been a hoot. Now an uproarious sampling of its funny writings can be found in this collection, by turns satirical and witty, misanthropic and menacing. From the 1920s onwardâbut with a special focus on the latest generationâhere are the humorists who have set the pace and stirred the pot, pulled the leg and pinched the behind of America. The comic lineup includes Christopher Buckley, Ian Frazier, Veronica Geng, Garrison Keillor, Steve Martin, Susan Orlean, Simon Rich, David Sedaris, Calvin Trillin, and many others. If laughter is the best medicine, Disquiet, Please! is truly a wonder drug.
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 Very funny! September 18, 2009
Alex Cox (Seattle, WA)
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
This is a great book. It's very similar to the previous New Yorker humor compilation, "Fierce Pajamas," except that it includes much more material by more contemporary humorists. As much as I love James Thurber and Dorothy Parker, the contemporary humorists resonate more with me. Quite a funny book.
Diisquiet, Please February 27, 2009
Bernice Jacks
I bought this book as a gift for my husband...and ultimately, for myself. We both are very happy with the contents and the variety of literary people contributing to this anthology.
"Disquiet, please!" January 13, 2009
Jill T. Marquard (Cambridge, MA)
0 out of 1 found this review helpful
The book is well written and smartly done. It was a Christmas gift for my husband, Bryan. Although neither of us has finished it, we both are enjoying the pages we have read.
Younger Next Year December 1, 2009
A. B. Lawver (New York, NY USA)
0 out of 4 found this review helpful
Dr. Harry Lodge and Chris Crowley have written a fun, accessible book that has serious intent. Not only is the book easy to read, but it provides real tools for change. If we all adhere to Harry's and Crhis' guidance, we have excellent chances of avoiding some serious ailments of old age because we'll maintain our bodies to remain resilient. I keep buying copies of this book for my friends! Buy, read it, then start taking excellent care of yourself using information from this book. A little secret: I personally know Dr. Lodge and he is living proof of the effectiveness of the guidance he provides us in his book because he looks fabulous: trim, energetic, and a wonderful person who looks many years younger than his age! We should all be as physically fit as Dr. Lodge!
Another very nice collection of humor from "The New Yorker" December 4, 2008
Robert C. Ross (New Jersey)
14 out of 15 found this review helpful
"The New Yorker" published Fierce Pajamas: An Anthology of Humor Writing from The New Yorker in 2002. This followup edition is stronger (and funnier) on more recent contributions, but the earlier contributions seem dated and less funny.
Nonetheless, there is real pleasure here, for example "My Dog is Tom Cruise" by Noah Baumbach:
"hahaha! I fetch! Boy, I love to fetch. I am totally fired up when I fetch. And nap. I've got a great dog bed with leopard spots where I can power-nap, man. I've got awesome chew toys, too. I'm passionate about this rubber T-bone with peanut butter hidden in it. Here's the point: do you know there are strays on the street eating out of the Dumpsters behind Chinese restaurants? I'm not making that up. I care about those mutts. But they don't know what the options are"
Or this black comedy piece by Simon Rich:
"FREE-RANGE CHICKENS
"Well, it's another beautiful day in paradise."
"How'd we get so lucky?"
"I don't know and I don't care."
"I think I'll go walk over there for a while. Then I'll walk back over here."
"That sounds like a good time. Maybe I'll do the same."
"Hey, someone refilled the grain bucket!"
"Is it the same stuff as yesterday?"
"I hope so."
"Oh, man, it's the same stuff, all right."
"It's so good."
"I can't stop eating it."
"Hey, you know what would go perfectly with this grain? Water."
"Dude. Look inside the other bucket."
"This . . . is the greatest day of my life."
"Drink up, pal."
"Cheers!"
(Laughs.)
(Laughs.)
"Hey, look, the farmer's coming."
"Huh. Guess it's my turn to go into the thing."
"Cool. See you later, buddy."
"See ya.""
Or his insightful:
DALMATIANS
"Hey, look, the truck's stopping."
"Did they take us to the park this time?"
"No--it's a fire. Another horrible fire."
"What the **** is wrong with these people?"
Noah Baumbach rates his relationships Zagat style:
DESARCINA'S
So what if she thought the movie was "pretentious and contrived" and you felt it was a "masterpiece" and are dying to inform her that "she doesn't know what she's talking about"? Remember, you were looking for a woman who wouldn't "yes" you all the time. And after one bite of chef Leonard Desarcina's "duck manqué" and a sip of the "generous" gin Margaritas you'll start to see that she might have a point.
GORDY'S
Don't be ashamed if you don't know what wine to order with your seared minnow; the "incredibly knowledgeable" waiters will be more than pleased to assist. But if she makes fun of "the way you never make eye contact with people," you might turn "snappish" and end up having your first "serious fight," one where feelings are "hurt."
The Introduction describes other pleasures:
"S. J. Perelman unearths the furious letters of a foreign correspondent in India to the laundry he insists on using in Paris ("Who charges six francs to wash a cummerbund?!"). Woody Allen recalls the "Whore of Mensa," who excites her customers by reading Proust (or, if you want, two girls will explain Noam Chomsky). Steve Martin's pill bottle warns us of side effects ranging from hair that smells of burning tires to teeth receiving radio broadcasts. Andy Borowitz provides his version of theater-lobby notices ("In Act III, there is full frontal nudity, but not involving the actor you would like to see naked"). David Owen's rules for dating his ex-wife start out magnanimous and swiftly disintegrate into sarcasm, self-loathing, and rage."
There was some excellent advice in "Fierce Pajamas" equally applicable to this volume: "You should feel free to dip into this anthology randomly, to read it backward, to give it a home next to the porcelain commode." Or give it to a humor loving friend.
Robert C. Ross 2008
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