The Potty Mouth at the Table
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Publisher Description
From the celebrated author best known for the Idiot Girls’ Action-Adventure Club and described as “the funniest writer in the solar system” (The Miami Herald) comes a new laugh-out-loud collection of essays on rudeness.
Pinterest. Foodies. Anne Frank’s underwear. New York Times bestselling author Laurie Notaro—rightfully hailed as “the funniest writer in the solar system” (The Miami Herald)—spares nothing and no one, least of all herself, in this uproarious new collection of essays on rudeness. With the sardonic, self-deprecating wit that makes us all feel a little better about ourselves for identifying with her, Laurie explores her recent misadventures and explains why it’s not her who is nuts, it’s them (and okay, sometimes it’s her too).
Whether confessing that her obsession with buying fabric has reached junior hoarder status or mistaking a friend’s heinous tattoo as temporary, Laurie puts her unique spin—sometimes bizarre, always entertaining—on the many perils of modern living in a mannerless society. From shuddering at the graphic Harry Potter erotica conjured up at a writer’s group to lamenting the sudden ubiquity of quinoa (“It looks like larvae no matter how you cook it”), The Potty Mouth at the Table is whip-smart, unpredictable, and hilarious. In other words, irresistibly Laurie.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
New York Times bestselling humorist Notaro returns with her eighth collection of essays featuring amusing anecdotes, clever insights, and charming neuroses. Notaro sounds off on Antiques Roadshow, a rude fedora-clad poet at a writing panel, and the creepiest things one encounters on Facebook. She also shares cringe-worthy stories of a day-long train trip taken while suffering from food poisoning and an encounter with Harry Potter erotic fan fiction. Some of her best work revolves around food, about which she has passionate opinions. She bemoans cooking a Thanksgiving meal for friends with dietary restrictions, complaining: "I had to buy something with the word namaste' on it," dismisses "foodies" for inventing their own language "like twins...or a feral Jodie Foster living secretly in the woods," and lays out the "six signs that Pinterest food pins are destroying the world." Notaro's friends and family provide excellent material, including her sister's fainting after consuming a warm soda too quickly and her husband's wry refusal to allow her to buy "the Great Gatsby of chairs" because of her hoarding tendencies. She can also get poignant, closing with an account of a close friend's battle with a terminal brain tumor. Notaro is sharp, relatable, and pithy; a dynamic combination.
