Librarian Note: There is more than one author by this name in the Goodreads data base.
Dorothy Parker was an American writer, poet and critic best known for her caustic wit, wisecracks, and sharp eye for 20th century urban foibles. From a conflicted and unhappy childhood, Parker rose to acclaim, both for her literary output in such venues as The New Yorker and as a founding member of the Algonquin Round Table. Following the breakup of the circle, Parker traveled to Hollywood to pursue screenwriting. Her successes there, including two Academy Award nominations, were curtailed as her involvement in left-wing politics led to a place on the Hollywood blacklist. Dismissive of her own talents, she deplored her reputation as a "wisecracker." Nevertheless, her literary output and reputation for her sharp wit have endured.
Dorothy Parker was famously known as a wit in the 1920s, part of a stylish, sharp literary scene in New York. She is more of a versifier than a poet, as the simple rhymes of this book show. The enjoyment is the sharp wit, cynicism about love and about her experiences therein.
“Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Roumania.”
Most of the poems are longer than this. Some are straightforward examinations of love, but most have a sharp sting at the end. You endure the set-up in order to get to the punch line.
“Oh, is it, then, Utopian To hope that I may meet a man Who'll not relate, in accents suave, The tales of girls he used to have?”
Ignoring the rhyme of 'suave' with 'have', this theme recurs: Lovers talking about previous lovers. One variation has Parker imploring her former (or current) lovers not to talk about her. But if I had Dorothy Parker as a former girlfriend, I would definitely talk about her!
There's a certain black humor in many of the poems:
“Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.”
There are a number of poems about beauty and appearance. One of the most famous of her poems is probably this little couplet:
“Men seldom make passes At girls who wear glasses.”
This is a short book and easy to get through in an hour or so. If you want to imagine what it may have been like to spend a little time with her at the Algonquin Round Table, give it a look.
Both selected from DParker's "A PIG'S-EYE VIEW OF LITERATURE
Oscar Wilde If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume that Oscar said it.
Charles Dickens Who call him spurious and shoddy Shall do it o'er my lifeless body. I heartily invite such birds To come outside and say those words!"
Reading pick #1 for National Poetry Month 2026, sparked by The Gilmore Girls and "Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions." 🍸🚬😘
I spent a ponder-full day with fuse lines laid and lit by Mrs. Parker, (re)discovering through her poetry how many places our chosen paths through life parallel, cross, and diverge. They are not ALL (but a lot are) dark, caustic, and ascerbic... perhaps that is just the nature of free spirits, tortured souls, and "Constant Readers?" This is just what I think I know; and so it was, and so I go! 👻🤓
"OBSERVATION If I don't drive around the park, I'm pretty sure to make my mark. If I'm in bed each night by ten, I may get back my looks again, If I abstain from fun and such, I'll probably amount to much, But I shall stay the way I am, Because I do not give a damn."