Laugh-out-loud observations from "America's foremost humorist" (Chicago Tribune).
What Men Don't Tell Women Well, that's just for starters. Roy Blount Jr. realized that nearly all of his writing involved things people don't tell people what Southerners don't tell Northerners, what the sick don't want to hear from the well, what no one would ever tell their mother, and what authors rarely admit to their readers. That all changes in this "honest . . . funny" collection of confessional essays about sex, friendship, marriage, male bonding, female patience, and Elvis (The Boston Globe).
One Fell Soup A deliciously funny stew of reviews, diatribes, investigations, meditations, assorted grumblings, and verse about the absurdities of American life, death, fears, and ambition. Included in these fifty-nine easy the truth (as Blount sees it) about nudism, cricket-fighting, bowling, macaroni and cheese, black holes and black socks, nuclear holocausts, the CIA, domesticated fowl, pork bellies, God, and more. The whole shebang from "one of the most clever (see sly, witty, cunning, nimble) wordsmiths cavorting in the English language" (Carl Hiaasen).
Camels Are Easy, Comedy's Hard Flesh-eating piranha! Synchronized swimming! Rubber chickens! Edith Wharton! Crossword puzzles! All and then some in this giddy compendium of essays, celebrity profiles, silly games, and side trips. Parts sports journalism, literary criticism, travel writing, and aborted novel, tossed with a few poems and a neo-Biblical one-act play, this is an uproarious--and sometimes heartening--anthology of adventures from "one writer who never fails to please" (The Village Voice).
Roy Blount Jr. is the author of twenty-three books. The first, About Three Bricks Shy of a Load, was expanded into About Three Bricks Shy . . . and the Load Filled Up. It is often called one of the best sports books of all time. His subsequent works have taken on a range of subjects, from Duck Soup, to Robert E. Lee, to what cats are thinking, to how to savor New Orleans, to what it’s like being married to the first woman president of the United States.
Blount is a panelist on NPR’s Wait Wait . . . Don’t Tell Me!, an ex-president of the Authors Guild, a usage consultant for the American Heritage Dictionary, a New York Public Library Literary Lion, and a member of both the Fellowship of Southern Writers and the band the Rock Bottom Remainders.
In 2009, Blount received the University of North Carolina’s Thomas Wolfe Prize. The university cited “his voracious appetite for the way words sound and for what they really mean.” Time places Blount “in the tradition of the great curmudgeons like H. L. Mencken and W. C. Fields.” Norman Mailer has said, “Page for page, Roy Blount is as funny as anyone I’ve read in a long time.” Garrison Keillor told the Paris Review, “Blount is the best. He can be literate, uncouth, and soulful all in one sentence.”
Blount’s essays, articles, stories, and verses have appeared in over one hundred and fifty publications, including the New Yorker, the New York Times, Esquire, the Atlantic, Sports Illustrated, the Oxford American, and Garden & Gun. He comes from Decatur, Georgia, and lives in western Massachusetts.
I started this book not knowing what to expect. I could not have guessed in a hundred years. The first chapter was amusing and clever. After that, the satire and attempted humor were too much. I managed to struggler through several more chapters before giving up. There is, in fact, too much of a good thing. It really got old and boring. I ditched this book for something with more substance.