Chi l'ha detto che solo le casalinghe sono disperate? Nessuna di loro forse ha una madre feticista dell'igiene casalinga come quella dell'autore di questo libro; nessuna di loro ha a che fare con una compagna straordinaria e selvaggia di nome Jocasta - una donna il cui umore cambia a seconda del romanzo che le capita di leggere - e con due figli adolescenti che se ne sono andati, il "teutonico" Batboy Elliot e un fratello minore altrettanto indisciplinato. Questo libro illustra le mille sfaccettature che caratterizzano la vita coniugale quotidiana e ironizza sulle assurdità e i controsensi pieni di sentimento che ne sono alla base.
An amusing read. I found myself in fits of giggles throughout the book. I think my favourite piece was about the suburban drought. It was clever and funny.
Desperate Husbands is Richard Glover’s 9th book. Using examples from his life with his fabulous but formidable partner, Jocasta and his teenage offspring, Batboy and The Space Cadet, Glover explores subjects as diverse as wilful appliances, sport, purchases from late-night TV ads, moustaches, cleaning-obsessed mothers, exchange students, coping while the spouse is away, foreign languages, lead poisoning, hiring a DVD, studying for the HSC, specialty magazines, procreative urge, tying knots, garment cleaning, inventing Olympic sports, the war on terror, the Easter Show, Repetitive Joke Syndrome, ego, PINs, overused phrases, too much choice, ageing, thongs, Home Renovation TV shows, warning labels, holiday cottages, the census, needing glasses, first and subsequent children, everyday heroism, seventies food, snoring, uses for men and Christmas shopping. He gives us guides on: Men and housework; How to Write a Book; The Little Read Books; Water Conservation for Teenage Boys; The Dieter’s Code of Practice; The Real Road Rules; Ten Ways to Argue Like a Man; and The Blokes’ Supermarket; If you do not spend most of this book snickering, chuckling or laughing out loud, there is something seriously wrong with you. I did have to stop reading once or twice as I could not see the print for the tears (of mirth) in my eyes. In the chapter on warnings I was laughing so much, I had to stop reading to visit the bathroom to save myself from embarrassing incontinence. So here’s my warning to add to those: don’t read this book with a full bladder!
The review said it was desperately, wickedly funny. I wouldn’t go that far. Although the ‘buttered toast cookbook’ did actually have me giggle out loud. And the 70’s recipes made me smile with the reminiscence of my early culinary fortes. His writing style employs so much exaggeration it should not really be included in the nonfiction section. But I guess that is what makes the stories interesting. All up, a mildly amusing, quick and easy read.
I didn't finish this book as I gave it away to my good friend as christmaspresent. I liked everything I read though. This is an easy book, I also recommend it for not native english conversators. Like me.