The star of Bravo’s new comedy Odd Mom Out and author of The Ex Mrs. Hedgefund and Wolves in Chic Clothing firmly believes in Woody Allen’s magical math equation: Comedy = Tragedy + Time. Sometimes I Feel Like a Nut is a delightful collection of essays and observations based on Jill Kargman’s family, her phobias (vans, mimes, clowns), and her ability to use humor as a tool to get past life’s obstacles, making the fun times funnier and the tough times bearable. Fans of David Sedaris, Sloane Crosley, and Nora Ephron will rejoice, howl, and sympathize.
Novelist Kargman (Arm Candy) mines the typical pitfalls of life in New York City and unfortunately only unearths a few gems. Few chronicles of life in Manhattan are complete without a rant about rotten apartments, but "A Letter to My Crappy One-Bedroom" is, surprisingly, one of the highlights. Kargman sheds her colloquial shtick which begins to grate early as the writing feels less like prose and more like recorded casual conversation and allows herself an emotional connection to the subject matter. Humor plays an obvious role in Kargman's life and in many of the essays. Sometimes it's spot-on ("Babysitters from Hizznell" and "My Vagina Is the Holland Tunnel"), but at other times it falls flat ("Things That Haunt Me"), often because the subject matter simply isn't anything readers haven't seen before. When she uses humor to serve a larger purpose such as in "Tumor Humor," when she recounts her diagnosis at age 35 with a rare form of skin cancer and the ensuing surgery to remove the tumor or even to highlight the wackier moments of motherhood, Kargman is at her best. But she struggles to maintain a steady rhythm throughout a collection that doesn't always deliver.
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Some parts are funny some parts ok. It's very very short. I read this in one sitting.