The Last Girlfriend on Earth
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- $119.00
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- $119.00
Descripción editorial
It doesn't matter if you're a caveman, a time traveller or a regular person. Sooner or later, someone's going to break your heart.
The sketches in Simon Rich's new book are bizarre, funny, and - if you've ever been in love - all too familiar. From the invisible man stalking his ex, to Sherlock Holmes' only blind spot, The Last Girlfriend on Earth is always enchanting, often sweet, though occasionally awkward. Just like love itself.
'The Last Girlfriend On Earthis silly, surreal, sometimes sad and always laugh-out-loud funny. This collection will have you giggling/crying/squirming in recognition, and wondering what exactly Simon Rich has eaten to dream all this stuff up ... pulls off the tough trick of being both heart-warming and hilarious - it's a must-read if you've ever so much as had a crush on someone' Heat
'Pithy, occasionally bonkers' Time Out
'Truly hilarious' Eva Wiseman, Observer
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Man, boy, and beast traverse the slippery slope of love in the latest effort from young funnyman Rich (Elliot Allagash). The collection launches with a bang of sorts, cleverly relaying the tale of an unused condom in the charming "Unprotected." Narratives of invisible CIA agents, sex-starved aliens, and Neanderthals follow, and each skewer the notion of modern romance in stylish, quirky prose. But over the course of 30 stories, repetitive premises and redundant punch lines lead to disappointment. A feeling of d j vu sinks in as men and women find themselves attached to a series of wacky lovers, from sirens and trolls to Mother Teresa and Santa Claus. Also, characters, regardless of age, gender, or occupation, often speak with the same blunt, slacker quality, such as the priest who, after exorcising a man's apartment of his ex-girlfriend, says, "That's, like, the most fucked up thing I've ever seen." Nevertheless, the book contains gems. "Victory," a surreal chronicle of one man's successful bedding of a model, complete with congratulatory phone calls from both the president and the MacArthur Foundation, is genuinely funny. And "The Present," which concerns a time-traveling professor and is devoid of the collection's general cynicism, is both admirable and moving.
