Amy Krouse Rosenthal was a person who liked to make things. Some things she liked to make include:
Children's books. (Little Pea, Spoon, DuckRabbit) Grown-up books. (Textbook Amy Krouse Rosenthal, Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life) Short films. (The Beckoning of Lovely, The Money Tree) Guided journals. (The Belly Book) Something out of nothing. (see above)
A longtime contributor to WBEZ and to the TED conference, Amy lived with her family in Chicago and online at whoisamy.com.
Very fun! i found myself thinking either that i wondered why i had never noticed what she was pointing out, or feeling better because someone else was admitting to thinking something that i have often wondered!
I miss Amy Krouse Rosenthal. I know she can't read this review, but I still want to send this out into the universe: Amy Krouse Rosenthal didn't think like other people; she was fresh and alive and fun and fascinating and remarkable.
This was her first published book. It is probably not her strongest book, but, hey, I'm delighted that I discovered it. It's a jumble of useless and endlessly entertaining little facts all arranged in lists of eleven items.
Let me say it again: I miss you, Amy Krouse Rosenthal.
I really liked this book a lot, but not quite enough to give it four stars. Took me almost two years to read it. I read it in the bathroom. TMI - I know. It can be really hard to read a book in the bathroom, the configuration between trying to keep the book open and take care of business, well... I digress. Back to the book:
I got it because my favorite number is eleven. Loved the idea, easy to read book with eleven thoughts on many different subjects. I like her writing style and sense of humor. I would certainly read more of her books because of this one. This would be a great book for a short plane ride. Or a two year read in the bathroom, it's good for that too. Funny and a little thought provoking at times. I feel guilty for not giving it four stars. I'd give it three and a half, maybe three and three quarters if I could... But I can't. Just buy it, it's worthwhile :)
Cute. Funny. An interesting take on memoir stories.
Some poignant moments like "11 Thoughts on the End" - especially "When someone dies, I fell like the world should really stop, that we should be naked in the freezing cold and quit our jobs and suffer from their absence. That we should utter nothing but their name, over and over again until no other words make any sense. But the truth is, the person dies and minutes, maybe seconds later, we go out and grab a burger."
It was amusing. I think I picked it up at B. and N. and found it amusing enough. Didn't keep it though. I am having problems tracking the amusing books written by Amys that I read roughly around the same time.
I think I would have loved this book when it was first published and would have thought it was amazing. That was in 1998. I was barely out of high school. So basically, this book was written for the 19-year-old me, and not the 36-year-old me.
There were similar entries (some were the same) that were in Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life that I recognized. I like Rosenthal's way of putting random thoughts in book form.
Perfectly titled. Would and have read multiple times and found random bits of information refreshing time after time. Perfect coffee table or funny bathroom book.
I added this book as to-read Jul 27, 2010. 16 years ago! If my desire to read this book was a human child, it'd be old enough to drive! Though it couldn't go to war, although I CAN now that the military has raised the maximum age to 42.
Which is insane.
Let me say, as a man in the upper range, you don't want anyone in my age range. Not (just) because I'm old and rickety, more because if someone, at age 42, is like, "Fuck it, I might as well join the military," we are talking about a person who has probably not made great life choices up to now.
Joining the military when you're young makes sense. I mean, it's fuckin' crazy that we're sending human teenagers into a meat grinder because oil, something I thought surely we'd be done with after trying that for all of my 20s and 30s and having all of diddly dick to show for it. But when you're 18, you can probably handle it, and if you get out unscathed, you do have some nice benefits moving forward into life, the sorts of benefits we should probably give to everyone, but that's a different soapbox, and like I said, I'm in my 40s, way too old to be stepping down and up different boxes all goddamn day.
When you're 42, though, and you join the military, it's a sure sign your life has gone horribly, horribly wrong. So wrong that you can't even do the normal things people do at 42 to push the pain away, like getting a divorce, buying a silly car, and living in a terrible apartment.
And THESE are the folks that our government thinks will be helpful in wartime? Burned-Out Dale and Shabby Dan, guys who smoke on weekdays and vape on weekends, guys who used a computer for the first time last month because their exterminator licensure moved online, guys who drive lifted trucks they never learned to park properly because in their abysmally dim minds they thought it would help them pick up chicks, guys who are 42 and have the lower age range on their Tinder profiles set to 21, guys who are the personification of the opioid crisis, guys who don't drink water and find the idea a little repulsive and "gay?"
What is the series of calamities that leads a person, at 42, to see joining up with the military, in wartime, as a pretty good option? And what is the military expecting to do with these guys? Sew them together for Operation Meat Shield? "Iran can't have infinite bullets, this isn't Doom, you can't just type in IDKFA and replenish, so maybe we can throw some bodies at 'em and run them out of bullets that way."
Ahem, anyway, Book of Eleven. Dope memoir, Amy Krouse Rosenthal is the queen of unusual book structures that are ingenious without being precious and overly engineered. They're the kind of thing that makes you think, "Now why didn't I think of that?" while also being very fun to read because she's an excellent writer and lives up to the wacky structures she concocts.
Amy Krause Rosenthal died a few years back, fuck, 2017, almost TEN years back, and that fucking sucks. You might remember, one of her last published pieces, if not THE last, was an essay about her dying that was also a personal ad for her husband, who she hoped would find love and remarry. It was published, and according to Wikipedia: "She died ten days later at her home in Chicago, where she was born."
Fuck. Fuckin' fuck.
In The Book of Eleven, there are two parts that prompt, maybe dare is a better word—that dare readers to write in and receive mail in return. I have no idea whether these will still work, but I'll write in to both and report back.
This, by the way, is why the book gets 4 stars. It'd be 5, but I want to give it the chance to earn that last star by surprising me with mail.
such a nice and quick little read! it feels rude for some reason to describe it as “a book of tweets written before twitter was a thing” but personally i love tweets and how people have always had the desire to share their quick little thoughts
This was just my notes app of unpublished tweets. Some of them were ok? Most read like Ellen Degeneres stand up ideas that were left on the cutting room floor. I think Amy and I would have been friends, but not because of this book.
It’s quintessential AKR. I’m so grateful to Marné for sending it to me last year. I waited because I loved knowing I had something by AKR left to read.
I guess I’ll be reading her children picture books now.