One of Vanity Fair's Great Quarantine Reads: Step into Jenny Slate's wild imagination in this "magical" (Mindy Kaling), "delicious" (Amy Sedaris), and "poignant" (John Mulaney) New York Times bestseller about love, heartbreak, and being alive -- "this book is something new and wonderful" (George Saunders).
You may "know" Jenny Slate from her Netflix special, Stage Fright, as the creator of Marcel the Shell, or as the star of "Obvious Child." But you don't really know Jenny Slate until you get bonked on the head by her absolutely singular writing style. To see the world through Jenny's eyes is to see it as though for the first time, shimmering with strangeness and possibility.
As she will remind you, we live on an ancient ball that rotates around a bigger ball made up of lights and gasses that are science gasses, not farts (don't be immature). Heartbreak, confusion, and misogyny stalk this blue-green sphere, yes, but it is also a place of wild delight and unconstrained vitality, a place where we can start living as soon as we are born, and we can be born at any time. In her dazzling, impossible-to-categorize debut, Jenny channels the pain and beauty of life in writing so fresh, so new, and so burstingly alive, we catch her vision like a fever and bring it back out into the bright day with us, where everything has changed.
APPLE BOOKS REVIEW
Calling Little Weirds a memoir doesn’t seem quite right. Though actress Jenny Slate’s book was born out of her desire to make sense of her life—of heartbreak, of intimacy issues, of depression and hopelessness, and of her path to personal healing—it transcends reality. It’s otherworldly, creative, poetic, beautiful, honest, and wild. It’s something readers will return to again and again, highlighting certain passages or anecdotes because of how stylish or delightful they are, how they ring true and embrace the messiness of life. “You dump your junk and you walk away,” Slate writes. “You walk forward. You keep your head angled up so that you see over the fray. You protect yourself and all the little weirds that make up who you are.”
In an impossible-to-categorize adult debut, actor and comedian Slate (Marcel the Shell with Shoes On, coauthor) meditates on topics profound and ephemeral with wonder and stark honesty. The unaffectedly whimsical, direct tone is established quickly, with the opening piece's assertion that "I am actually a homemade Parisian Croissant," followed by the dictate, "Pair me with jam. Treasure me for my layers and layers of fragility and richness." Something of a personal narrative does emerge; she describes her childhood in hilarious pieces such as "Fast Bad Baby," about the troubles she inflicted on her mother by being "so rowdy and speedy." She ruminates on growing up in a haunted house in Massachusetts, and on leaving it knowing the ghost of her former self would always live there. She admits to debilitating self-doubt (and explains how she moved past it) and celebrates female friendships and self-care. The most moving piece, "I Died: Bronze Tree," the only work of (overt) fiction, unfolds from the perspective of a recently deceased old woman, whose death follows shortly after her husband's. Here, and elsewhere, Slate offers an intimate window into not only her mind, but her heart. The result is a dazzling, sensory gift for poetry lovers and fans of Slate's distinctly odd, but deeply charming humor.
A warm hug
Reading this book felt like I was sitting on a porch being kissed by the sun while little birds sang to me. I’m probably going to read this book over and over, it gave me a different perspective on life and was very uplifting(-:
Update: have reread for the fifth time and do not get tired of reading it; so intimate and engaging! I feel my own heart growing warm when reading this.
Big Weirds - Bigger Hearts
Word by word, Jenny Slate will simultaneously make you fall in love with you and her. She shows what her plum made muscles are truly made of, because she has ripped my heart clean out of my chest. Page by page and alphabet by alphabet, this is a breathing masterpiece. Thank you.
This is the most helpful, beautiful, funny, and inspiring book I’ve read in a very long time, maybe ever! Thank you Jenny! Love, Rachel Wortell