I know, I know. I said I was going to blog next on The Golden Compass, but I read and completed Bossypants the day after its release and I liked that one much better, so I’m gong to blog about that instead. Also, because Tina Fey is my new hero. Seriously, she is so awesome. The only thing that might be better than getting a career in publishing would be writing for a show as awesome and hilarious as 30 Rock.
Anyway, onto the book itself.
Author: Tina Fey
Completed? Yup. As of April 6th. I am horrible for not blogging more recently.
Spoiler-free Opinions: It’s pretty hard to spoil a memoir of someone in the public spotlight, especially one that’s so all over the place (in a good way). Basically, this book is hilarious. Tina Fey is humble and self-deprecating and funny and wonderful (and pregnant! but not while she was writing the memoir). I had read “Lessons from Late Night” in The New Yorker (so great!) and the rest of it did not disappoint. I loved reading it and could not put it down. Fey talks about her childhood and growing up being a super nerd, about her time in Chicago in Second City, about working on SNL and 30 Rock, about how fun photoshoots are, and about the struggles of balancing a life as a mother and as a writer / producer / actor / etc. She goes into detail about her Sarah Palin impersonation experience and failed and miserable cruise ship trip. It bounces around a lot, but I wouldn’t want it any other way–if you’ve seen Tina Fey in 30 Rock, her tone here is comparable.
And can we talk about that cover? Horrifying and wonderful, all at once.
Favorite Quotes: (with page numbers! thanks Amazon, for finally putting page numbers in (some) ebooks!)
“I had noticed something was weird earlier in the day, but I knew from commercials that one’s menstrual period was a blue liquid that you poured like laundry detergent onto maxi pads to test their absorbency. This wasn’t blue, so… I ignored it for a few hours” (14).
“I should have known he and I weren’t going to make it when for my seventeenth birthday he gave me a box of microwave popcorn and a used battery tester. You know, to test batteries before I put them in my Walkman. Like you give someone when you’re in love” (28).
“I looked Mexican, that is, next to my fifteen thousand blond and blue-eyed classmates, most of whom owned horses, or at least resembled them” (57).
“I thought about Gretchen, the girl who could only accommodate half a piece of gum. ‘I hope you marry her,’ I imagined saying to HRW, ‘and I hope she turns out to have a cavernous vagina'” (65).
“While your teens and twenties were about identifying and emphasizing your ‘best features,’ your late thirties and forties are about fighting back decay” (113).
“I have what can be described as ‘dead shark eyes.’ But if I try too hard to look alert, I look batshit crazy, like the runaway bride. If a bout of ‘creepy face’ sets in, the trick is to look away from the camera between shots and turn your back only when necessary. This also limits how much of your soul the camera can steal” (153).
“In September, my daughter was born. (For the record: epidural, vaginal delivery, did not poop on the table.” (172).
“That night’s show was watched by ten million people, so I guess that director at The Second City who said the audience ‘didn’t want to see a sketch with two women’ can go shit in his hat” (217).
“Twilight sleep is the memory-erasing pain medication that doctors gave women in the 1950s whenever they had to take a baby out or put a body snatcher in” (238).
That’s a lot of quotes, but there was a lot of great stuff. That’s not even everything I highlighted.
Stars: 4.5. Bossypants is funny, fun, quick, and a great time and you should read it. I already want to read it again.