Acclaimed Hollywood filmwriter and director Nora Ephron turns her sharp powers of observation back onto herself in these autobiographical essays as she examines the indignities of ageing for the Baby Boom generation. Filled with wickedly witty autobiographical pieces like 'I Hate My Handbag', 'Blind as a Bat' and 'What I Wish I'd Known', this book ...
Acclaimed Hollywood filmwriter and director Nora Ephron turns her sharp powers of observation back onto herself in these autobiographical essays as she examines the indignities of ageing for the Baby Boom generation. Filled with wickedly witty autobiographical pieces like 'I Hate My Handbag', 'Blind as a Bat' and 'What I Wish I'd Known', this book offers the consolation that no matter how much your neck sags, your boobs droop, your skin wrinkles and your children don't appreciate you, someone has been there before you. Nora Ephron captrues the essence of what it means to be a grumpy old woman, in a laugh-out-loud funny, frank and unexpectedly moving book that will be an irresistible treat for any woman who reads it.
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I never laugh out loud reading other authors like I do when I read Nora Ephron, and this book is one of her best. I miss her dearly!
Apr 10, 2008
I feel bad about my neck
Very funny, but definitely for women. Don't let the title put you off, this isn't as self absorbed as it sounds. It is hard to make me laugh out loud, but this book did. I've sent it as gifts to three women friends " of a certain age", and all have liked it. I do think women need some experience under their belts to get the laughs.
Feb 14, 2008
Funny and wittey! I purchased 2 books for my friends that will turn 70 this year. Ask them to read at least 1 page a day to start their day off in a great funny way. I read this book and was in stitches. I recommend it for any age group of women over 25.
Sep 13, 2007
You can Relate
Nora Ephron's book, I Feel Bad about my Neck, etc., is a book that any woman will be able to relate to. When reading it you may think about your own life or your own mother's experiences. The book is funny, honest and interesting. I'd recommend Ephron's book to anyone who needs a lift and a laugh!
Jun 1, 2007
I guess I expected more than this book offered, given the author's success in other writing genres. The title is very "catchy" and it's what caught me. However, I found the subjects she tackled, such as wrinkly necks, purses, dry, aging skin etc. to be very superficially, and jokingly, dealt with, with a "ha, ha" attitude. That's not what I was looking for. For any middle aged woman I suppose it has some merit but the chapters really are very limited to this age group and laughing about life's aging issues can only be stretched so far. I'm one of these women and that's why I bought the book but I got bored right away, into the very first chapter in fact and then browsed quickly through the rest of the book. I couldn't really find any reason to read it thoroughly, so I gave it to a friend, who didn't really like it either. I think she passed it on though so there's hope that someone out there might actually like to know how to keep her neck hidden from the world as she ages - I've got better things to do with my time!
Publishers Weekly, 2006-06-05 The honest truth is that it's sad to be over sixty," concludes Nora Ephron in her sparkling new book about aging. With 15 essays in 160 pages, this collection is short, a thoughtful concession to pre- and post-menopausal women (who else is there?), like herself, who "can't read a word on the pill bottle," follow a thought to a conclusion, or remember the thought after not being able to read the pill bottle. Ephron drives the truth home like a nail in your soon-to-be-bought coffin: "Plus, you can't wear a bikini." But just as despair sets in, she admits to using "quite a lot of bath oil... I'm as smooth as silk." Yes, she is. This is aging lite-but that might be the answer. Besides, there's always Philip Roth for aging heavy. Ephron, in fact, offers a brief anecdote about Roth, in a chapter on cooking, concerning her friend Jane, who had a one-night stand, long ago, with the then "up-and-coming" writer. He gave Jane a copy of his latest book. "Take one on your way out," he said. Conveniently, there was a box of them by the front door. Ephron refuses to analyze-one of her most refreshing qualities-and quickly moves on to Jane's c?leri remoulade. Aging, according to Ephron, is one big descent-and who would argue? (Well, okay-but they'd lose the argument if they all got naked.) There it is, the steady spiraling down of everything: body and mind, breasts and balls, dragging one's self-respect behind them. Ephron's witty riffs on these distractions are a delightful antidote to the prevailing belief that everything can be held up with surgical scaffolding and the drugs of denial. Nothing, in the end, prevents the descent. While signs of mortality proliferate, Ephron offers a rebuttal of consequence: an intelligent, alert, entertaining perspective that does not take itself too seriously. (If you can't laugh, after all, you are already, technically speaking, dead.) She does, however, concede that hair maintenance-styling, dyeing, highlighting, blow-drying-is a serious matter, not to mention the expense. "Once I picked up a copy of Vogue while having my hair done, and it cost me twenty thousand dollars. But you should see my teeth." Digging deeper, she discovers that your filthy, bulging purse containing numerous things you don't need-and couldn't find if you did-is, "in some absolutely horrible way, you." Ephron doesn't shy away from the truth about sex either, and confesses, though with an appropriate amount of shame, that despite having been a White House intern in 1961, she did not have an affair with JFK. May Ephron, and her purse, endure so she can continue to tell us how it goes. Or, at least, where it went. Toni Bentley is the author, most recently, of Sisters of Salome and The Surrender, an Erotic Memoir. She is writing about Emma, Lady Hamilton, for the Eminent Lives series. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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