"I am greatly relieved that the universe is finally explainable. I was beginning to think it was me." -- Woody Allen
Here, in his first collection since his three hilarious classics Getting Even, Without Feathers, and Side Effects, Woody Allen has managed to write a book that not only answers the most profound questions of human existence but is the perfect size to place under any short table leg to prevent wobbling.
"I awoke Friday, and because the universe is expanding it took me longer than usual to find my robe," he explains in a piece on physics called "Strung Out." In other flights of inspirational sanity we are introduced to a cast of characters only Allen could imagine: Jasper Nutmeat, Flanders Mealworm, and the independent film mogul E. Coli Biggs, just to name a few. Whether he is writing about art, sex, food, or crime ("Pugh has been a policeman as far back as he can remember. His father was a notorious bank robber, and the only way Pugh could get to spend time with him was to apprehend him") he is explosively funny.
In "This Nib for Hire," a Hollywood bigwig comes across an author"s book in a little country store and describes it in a way that aptly captures this magnificent volume: "Actually," the producer says, "I'd never seen a book remaindered in the kindling section before."
Noted American actor, screenwriter, and filmmaker Woody Allen, originally Allen Stewart Konigsberg explored the neuroses of the urban middle class in comedies of manners, such as Annie Hall (1977) and Deconstructing Harry (1997).
This director, jazz musician, and playwright thrice won Academy Award. His large body of work mixes satire, wit and humor in the most respected and prolific cerebral style in the modern era. Allen directs also in the majority of his movies. For inspiration, Allen draws heavily on literature, philosophy, psychology, Judaism, European cinema, and city of New York, where he lives.
Imagine being in an elevator with Woody Allen for three minutes, and he tells you a funny anecdote about buying a pair of pants. You鈥檇 find him witty and hysterical and you鈥檇 laugh out loud as you walk out of the elevator. OK, now imagine instead of three minutes it鈥檚 three days in an elevator with Woody Allen, who doesn鈥檛 stop talking for three whole days, and in those three days, he鈥檚 still talking about just buying pants. At some point, you鈥檇 probably turn to him and say 鈥淓nough with the pants already!鈥� no matter how witty he is being. That is what reading Mere Anarchy is like. Allegedly a book of short stories, the book is more a series of creative writing exercises stretched into stories; or like a long series of related witticisms that Allen decided was close enough to a story. For example, in one story (鈥淭his Nib for Hire鈥�) a writer is hired to pen the novelization of a Three Stooges movie. I鈥檓 100% convinced that Allen was watching a Three Stooges movie one day, thought in his head how clever it would be to draft a high literature paragraph based on the on-screen action, wrote out a dozen sentences of said paragraph, and then added four pages of fluff in front of it to justify a short story out of a single witticism. That is what all 18 stories in this collection are like. There are a few standout selections in here where Allen kept the story tightly short and the witticisms are sufficiently enjoyable (the only ones I liked were 鈥淪trung Out鈥� and 鈥淭hus Ate Zarathustra鈥�). And while there are plenty of phrases and sentences that are wildly clever and inventive and funny, trudging through the rest of the story to get to those lines was really not worth it for me. The stories often tended to peter out at the end, as if after getting to the witticism that the story was based around, Allen just wanted to wrap up the story and be done with it. Well, after three or four stories into it, I felt the same way. Unfortunately, this one is a pass for me.
Very few comedians, like Woody Allen, can move so brilliantly and with such ease through absurd plots and, even so, maintain contact with reality. We see this in the eighteen short stories that make up this volume, originally published in 2007. Bringing together ten stories published in the New Yorker magazine and eight previously unpublished texts, this is the first volume of prose fiction written by the filmmaker, actor, and comedian in twenty-five years, published in the 70s and early 80s, at the same time as hits like Manhattan.
Description: "I am greatly relieved that the universe is finally explainable. I was beginning to think it was me." -- Woody Allen
Here, in his first collection since his three hilarious classics Getting Even, Without Feathers, and Side Effects, Woody Allen has managed to write a book that not only answers the most profound questions of human existence but is the perfect size to place under any short table leg to prevent wobbling.
"I awoke Friday, and because the universe is expanding it took me longer than usual to find my robe," he explains in a piece on physics called "Strung Out." In other flights of inspirational sanity we are introduced to a cast of characters only Allen could imagine: Jasper Nutmeat, Flanders Mealworm, and the independent film mogul E. Coli Biggs, just to name a few. Whether he is writing about art, sex, food, or crime ("Pugh has been a policeman as far back as he can remember. His father was a notorious bank robber, and the only way Pugh could get to spend time with him was to apprehend him") he is explosively funny.
In "This Nib for Hire," a Hollywood bigwig comes across an author"s book in a little country store and describes it in a way that aptly captures this magnificent volume: "Actually," the producer says, "I"d never seen a book remaindered in the kindling section before."
Read by hisself! 3:22:17
3* Without Feathers 3* Side Effects TR Getting Even 3* Mere Anarchy TR Woody Allen: Interviews 4* Zelig
Many of the stories in this collection reminded me of an old BBC TV series called The Good Old Days. It was a recreation of the days of the Victorian music hall (vaudeville) and was hosted by the loquacious Leonard Sachs who loved to demonstrate his lexicographical expeditiousness when introducing each act. Woody Allen shows himself to be on friendly terms with multi-syllabic and philologically complex linguistics, too - thankfully this rarely intrudes on the jokes, which are Woody Allen stand-up to the core. Very enjoyable. I may even read it again.
A collection of short somewhat funny stories by Woody Allen... I listened to the audiobook which is great, read by Woody Allen himself it gives me the feeling of watching one of his movies.
In the 1970s Woody Allen wrote short humorous pieces that often appeared in The New Yorker. These pieces were collected into three acclaimed volumes, Getting Even (1971), Without Feathers (1975), and Side Effects (1980). For many years after that, he didn鈥檛 publish any short pieces, only his screenplays. However, at some point in the 1990s, he began to once more write these short comic pieces. These have now been collected into a volume published this year, Mere Anarchy. Having just finished it, the sketches and stories often brought a smile if not outright laughter. Allen is definitely a wordsmith and his use of language is amazing. This slim volume collects 18 of his recent pieces.
The pieces themselves span cults (religious or otherwise), the travails of a little-known character actor with delusions of grandeur, the invention and sale of clothing with unusual properties, an increasingly vitriolic series of letters from the director of a film camp and the father of a successful young student, a nanny tell-all book, a Maltese Falcon mystery of a giant white truffle, the perils of home remodeling, a history of the philosophy of dieting and good eating, and Mickey Mouse鈥檚 testimony at a Disney trial.
To offer a few quotes from the stories:
From 鈥淥n a Bad Day You Can See Forever鈥�(the home remodeling story): 鈥淚n the end I settled on a suspiciously sensible estimate originating from the office of one Max Arbogast, alias Chic Arbogast, alias Specs Arbogast鈥攁 waxy little ectomorph with the glinting eyes of a claim jumper in a Republic western.鈥�
From 鈥淎ttention Geniuses: Cash Only鈥�: 鈥淛ogging along Fifth Avenue last summer as part of a fitness program designed to reduce my life expectancy to that of a nineteenth-century coal miner, I paused at the outdoor caf茅 of the Stanhope Hotel to renovate my flagging respiratory system with a chilled screwdriver.鈥�
From 鈥淕lory Hallelujah, Sold!鈥�: 鈥淲hen the ratings came out and The Dancing Ombudsman got a minus thirty-four, there was some talk at Nielsen that people who accidentally tuned in the show then put their eyes out like Oedipus.鈥�
These are only a few of the sentences that made me laugh as I read Allen鈥檚 pieces. Mere Anarchy is a wonderful collection of short humor and I easily recommend it to anyone who enjoys reading humor or who appreciates the way a writer strings together words to complete his sentences. This was a delightful and easy read.
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I think to get all the jokes you need a street map of Manhattan and then a dictionary of obscure little used words to get the punch lines. This book is more for those considering becoming criminally insane.
Woody Allen has a tap in his head. When he turns the tap on, out pour gags. Complex sentences setting up simple jokes, by the thousand. You might have read Getting Even, Without Feathers or Side Effects. They are books where Woody takes a single, silly premise, gets all Noo Yoik on its ass, via a few pages of first person narration and a metronomic set-up/punchline rhythm so exacting it's like a Drill Sergeant in clown shoes is shouting at Woody as he types.
Well Woody hasn't marched this yard since 1980, but this is right back in step. The last book I read and reviewed, is about what happens when you start thinking about something you don't have to think about. Woody doesn't seem to worry about doing a bad job of something he's good at. You just get up and have another go the next day.
This book is so good it's practically .
"Twenty years in the Homicide Division of the NYPD and, brother, you've seen everything. Like when some Wall Street broker juliennes his little petit four over who gets to work the channel changer, or this lovesick rabbi decides to end it all by salting his beard with anthrax and inhaling. That's why when somebody reported a dead body on Riverside Drive at Eighty Third with no bullet holes, no stab wounds and no sign of struggle I didn't freak to some film-noir conclusion but put it down to one of the thousand natural shocks the Bard claims the flesh is heir to but don't ask me which one."
Agent to meteoric and now fallen star:
"Did I say take it easy? Did I not lecture myself blue in the punim on overweening ambition, using as a for instance Icarus?"
"Yes, but-"
"What but? Arvide Mite was only waxing hyperbolic when he said you could make the phone book into a hit. Only an idiot or a megalomaniac would have accepted the challenge. Especially the Yellow Pages."
160 pages of big Woody joy, and even an afterword on the font. I couldn't ask for anymore, and if I did, I doubt anyone would hear me.
Though I typically remember how I come into the possession of a book, I cannot for the life of me remember how I came to own Woody Allen's "Mere Anarchy." It isn't surprising for me to have a Woody Allen book on my bookshelf (I actually have another I remember getting). I happen to like the man in a purely artistic way. I just don't remember buying or receiving "Mere Anarchy" as a gift.
Regardless of the unsolved mystery, I had Woody Allen on the brain recently because I had read Diane Keaton's semi-memoir "Then Again" not so long ago and she spoke fondly of Woody. So when it came time for me to pick books for vacation, I naturally plucked "Mere Anarchy" from my bookshelf.
"Mere Anarchy" is a perfect book for travel because it's a small book that contains a series of short stories. Each story lasts only a few pages long so one could easily pick up the book and drop it. As it so happened, I had a free afternoon outside and I ended up finishing the book in a few hours.
While the book may not have taken long to finish I wouldn't label it a breezy read. Allen often used complicated syntax when describing the simplest details. At times I felt like I could have benefited from using a dictionary. Still I was able to overcome Allen's rhetoric and plough through the book. And as in any collection of short stories, there were a few stories that stood out more than others. Then there was the rare story or two that made me pause and wonder how it could have made the final cut. But overall I found "Mere Anarchy" to be a mostly enjoyable, readable, and oftentimes humorous body of work. I'd say the best audience for this book would be a Woody Allen fan or at the very least a person who is familiar with Allen.
Empec茅 esta novela creyendo que ser铆a una "novela", luego me doy con la sorpresa de que es una antolog铆a. Para ser sincero, no s茅 s铆 ambos pueden convivir en un solo libro, pero vamos con lo que me gust贸 y lo que no:
BUENOS: -Errar es humano; flotar, divino: Este relato (el primero) fue demasiado divertido, sobre todo por esa joda a la cienciolog铆a (hay varios relatos en lo que es mencionado) y a esa "secta" que te da poderes sobrenaturales... Quiz谩s el personaje que m谩s me gust贸 fue Max Endorphine, ese gordo es insoportable y divertido, ambos la mismo tiempo. -Rescate tadoori: Este relato fue igual de divertido que el anterior, o quiz谩 m谩s. Se centra en un actor que quiere ganarse un lugar en las pantallas grandes, 茅l cree que ya lo ha logrado; su agente Pontius Perry... joder, es el mejor agente del mundo jajajajaja, cuando lo lean me entender谩n. -Qu茅 paladar tienes, mu帽eca: Solo fueron unas pocas p谩ginas y me qued茅 impresionado con toda la cantidad de informaci贸n que hubo. Espero que no haya gente que pague tanto por comida... Igual el detective fue muy h谩bil para no caer en las redes que le tendi贸 aquella... -Gloria, aleluya, 隆adjudicada!: Este relato te deja un mensaje claro: No te juegues nunca con la fe de la gente, menos si tiene una familia peligrosa xd -Peligro, ca铆da de magnates: Este fue el top 1 de los relatos, incluso podr铆a f谩cilmente ser adaptada al cine, o una serie... Hasta ya tengo el nombre: "El ascenso de un joven guionista". -El sol no sale para todos: Esto es como un manual sobre c贸mo no comprar una propiedad. Fue interesante y un pel铆n divertido. -Atenci贸n, genios: pagos al contado: Desconoc铆a lo de Cachet y Van Gogh, averiguar茅 m谩s de esa historia. -Sorpresa en el juicio de la Disney: En mi cabeza se o铆a, me refiero al terminar el relato: "Jajajajaja, 驴Qu茅 caraj*s acabo de leer?". Hasta ahora no puedo creer lo que le铆. Es demasiado gracioso, pero depende del sentido del humor que tengas.
NO TAN BUENOS: -Pluma de alquiler: Este relato no es tan divertido, pero deja una ense帽anza: Jam谩s muestres tu trabajo si no hay un contrato de por medio. -Calistenia, urticaria, montaje final: Este relato es de los que menos me gust贸, incluso lo sacar铆a de la antolog铆a. -El rechazo: Fue entretenido, pero me sigo quedando con los de arriba. -Canta, Sacher Tortes: No entend铆 nada de lo que dec铆an. Creo que es muy sofisticado para m铆. -Tirar demasiado de la cuerda: Relato prescindible. Ya ni recuerdo de qu茅 iba. -Por encima de la ley, por debajo del somier: Meh. -As铆 comi贸 Zaratustra: Meh x2. La ley de Pinchuk: Meh x3.
Some of the stories were funny, the other ones I just read to finish the book and that's it. I like that there are a lot of references to great people/history events, and I've actually discovered a lot of interesting things. So that was cool.
Its genius how his mind works even in writing short stories but i must confess that i didn't perticularly enjoy all of the stories; just like his movies. Some are good and some are meh. All in all the good old humor and sarcasm is there.
I wanna preface a nasty review with this: I love me some Woody Allen...films. I'll take Annie Hall, Manhattan, Hannah and Her Sisters, even new offerings like Match Point and Vicky Christina Barcelona any day! But we all know that sometimes dear ole Woody takes a misstep. Curse of the Jade Scorpion? Getting with the stepdaughter? Yes, indeed, this collection of short stories was a disaster on that level. Ok, ok, I did like one thing about the stories - they were very short. The characters, events, and language in the stories are beyond ridiculous. People are dying on toast points etc. Please, Woody, please. All the characters are buffoons, which is slightly entertaining, but the language (which may have been enjoyable to hear) was a major headache to read. The ENTIRE book was like this: "Flashback six months prior, when Mrs. Endorphine's little boy was at emotional ducks and drakes over a series of tribulations, which, if you count my misplaced beret, topped Job's. First, this fortune cookie from Taiwan I was tutoring in anatomical hydraulics eighty-sixes me for an apprentice pie maker, then I get sued to the tune of many dead presidents for backing my Jaguar through a Christian Science Reading Room." So, I admit, that passage in ISOLATION is fairly entertaining, if not totally absurd, but continue this non-stop whacked-out 1940's detective movie slang parade for the next 150 pages and a reader just gets tired. I like playing with language, but it works out less well in print than in dialogue.
Creo que este libro es completamente lo que llamar铆amos un Fan Service para quien sea un fiel seguidor de Woody Allen desde hace ya algunas d茅cadas. El libro arremete en muchas de las breves historias a manera de s谩tira en contra de la religi贸n, la pol铆tica y la sociedad New Yorkina. La mayor铆a de los cuentos se encuentran localizados en New York y esta narrada desde la perspectiva de coloridos personajes de diferentes c铆rculos sociales y estatus econ贸micos (Por as铆 llamarlo). Woody hace sobre todo un uso incre铆ble de la s谩tira haciendo hincapi茅 en lo absurdo de la vida, la fama y la pol铆tica. En general el libro me saco mas de una sonora carcajada, sin embargo no le doy el 5 estrellas completa por que creo que su obra esta cargada de referencias a los trabajos anteriores de Allen ademas de que emplea demasiadas noticias, nombres de socialites y artistas con los que si no estas familiarizado puede que te pierdas un poco en la lectura. Pero en general, recomiendo este libro para aquel que goce del relato corto.
As I read this book I told myself, " I am as big a fan of synonyms as the next bibliophile but c'mon!" Here is an example of that which I speak, "a quincunx* of loyal minions scurried forward" "a salivating lycanthrope*". This one I had to admit was funny, "my son from a previous connubial holocaust".
*quincunx=five objects *lycanthrope=werewolf
So, at times, it was funny but most of the time it was tenebrous, obtuse and pedantic.
I'd never understood the criticism that Woody Allen was a pretentious writer until settling in to his books. A collection of light comedy stories, of which about a quarter are any good. The final three in the brief compendium are worth a glance, but not a purchase. Still, short and sweet, a nice little distraction for the weekend, but shamefully half-baked and littered with wordplay that relies on an avalanche of large words, rather than strong writing.
I remember laughing hysterically at a couple of Woody's tiny books when I was in college, but the thrill seems to be gone. I did get a chuckle out of a few stories, but I was disappointed I didn't enjoy this collection more. ;-)