Ali Wentworth is my sarcastic sister, the blonde, upper-crust upbringing, WASP version of brunette, immigrant, Cuban-Catholic me. I only wish I could write a monologue like Ali can, because yes, these essays read like a comedy act. I love that this woman pokes fun at herself, shares awkward moments and farcical situations that made me wish I was reading this rather than listening so that I could highlight her very clever similes. On top of being hilarious, Ali writes memorable metaphors.
At the risk of overuse, I laughed out loud throughout, at one point I had to pull the car over because I could not stop chortling (yes, chortling!) at her spray tan play-by-play especially when the woman applying it asked her to bend over so she could spray where, literally, the sun doesn’t shine. If you don’t get the irony in this, then move on, this isn’t for you.
If you’re still with me and you’re not offended by slightly ribald humor, then you should thoroughly enjoy this bright, incredibly articulate and funny woman. I think what made this all the more enjoyable is that the essays included so many social and cultural references, the writing is all the richer for this context. When she describes how weary she is after a particularly grueling trip, she doesn’t just tell you she’s tired, she says she’s ‘as frail as a tubercular Fantine from Le Mis.’ In an essay about a cameraman who sullied her bathroom, she manages to reference Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, the black death in Crimea and the REDRUM scene from The Shining…in one essay!
This is a quick, funny as hell read and it is now my favorite go to audio when I’m stuck in traffic and need a little entertainment, light on the literary.