For at least forty years, Calvin Trillin has committed blatant acts of funniness all over the placeâin The New Yorker, in one-man off-Broadway shows, in his âdeadline poetryâ for The Nation, in comic novels like Tepper Isnât Going Out, in books chronicling his adventures as a happy eater, and in the column USA Today called âsimply the funniest regular column in journalism.â
Now Trillin selects the best of his funny stuff and organizes it into topics like high finance (âMy long-term investment strategy has been criticized as being entirely too dependent on Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakesâ) and the literary life (âThe average shelf life of a book is somewhere between milk and yogurt.â)
In Quite Enough of Calvin Trillin, the author deals with such subjects as the horrors of witnessing a voodoo economics ceremony and the mystery of how his mother managed for thirty years to feed her family nothing but leftovers (âWe have a team of anthropologists in there now looking for the original mealâ) and the true story behind the Shoe Bomber: âThe one terrorist in England with a sense of humor, a man known as Khalid the Droll, had said to the cell, âI bet I can get them all to take off their shoes in airports.â â He remembers Sarah Palin with a poem called âOn a Clear Day, I See Vladivostokâ and John Edwards with one called âYes, I Know Heâs a Mill Workerâs Son, but Thereâs Hollywood in That Hair.â
In this, the definitive collection of his humor, Calvin Trillin is prescient, insightful, and invariably hilarious.
For at least forty years, Calvin Trillin has committed blatant acts of funniness all over the placeâin The New Yorker, in one-man off-Broadway shows, in his âdeadline poetryâ for The Nation, in comic novels like Tepper Isnât Going Out, in books chronicling his adventures as a happy eater, and in the column USA Today called âsimply the funniest regular column in journalism.â
Now Trillin selects the best of his funny stuff and organizes it into topics like high finance (âMy long-term investment strategy has been criticized as being entirely too dependent on Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakesâ) and the literary life (âThe average shelf life of a book is somewhere between milk and yogurt.â)
In Quite Enough of Calvin Trillin, the author deals with such subjects as the horrors of witnessing a voodoo economics ceremony and the mystery of how his mother managed for thirty years to feed her family nothing but leftovers (âWe have a team of anthropologists in there now looking for the original mealâ) and the true story behind the Shoe Bomber: âThe one terrorist in England with a sense of humor, a man known as Khalid the Droll, had said to the cell, âI bet I can get them all to take off their shoes in airports.â â He remembers Sarah Palin with a poem called âOn a Clear Day, I See Vladivostokâ and John Edwards with one called âYes, I Know Heâs a Mill Workerâs Son, but Thereâs Hollywood in That Hair.â
In this, the definitive collection of his humor, Calvin Trillin is prescient, insightful, and invariably hilarious.