This...wasn't that funny. I admit I giggled a bit when Emily Dickinson madly texts her sister(?) from the yard yelling that everyone is snakes and its kind of stupid funny when Hamlet texts his mother about not putting "crunchy stuff" in his tuna fish sandwich but its also kinda pointless.
I'm just not really sure what the take home is here. While funny for the first ten or so pages eventually all these "characters" sound like the same pretentious hipster you're stuck talking to at a college party who's "so over" all those modern authors and wants to talk about, you know, real literature, cause that's like, totally about reality man. Like those guys knew how to write about, like, life. And stuff. Hey you wanna check out my Vegan friendly loafers man?
I can't even tell if Ortberg has read half of what she's making fun of because she certainly doesn't seem to actually understand Hamlet or Medea or even the frickin' Babysitters Club which is in here for some reason. None of its especially funny its just one character snarking at another one for a couple of pages and then its on to the next book or movie or whatever. Absolutely everyone sounds exactly the same there isn't even an attempt to define differences in individual characters and I get that that's probably kind of the point because its texting but again not very funny or engaging for 100+ pages.
Yes ha ha ha Hamlet's really whiny and Ron Weasley doesn't know what credit cards are because he's a wizard, hardy har har. The only thing Ortberg really manages here is to make me relieved I don't have to talk about literature with her. This isn't funny or terribly original. Frankly its mean and pretentious as hell.