Still can't believe the weekend is over? Around the office, we've all been talking about the barbeques, picnics, and beach trips we enjoyed-- good friends, tons of sun, pink prosecco, grilled sausage, fresh biscuits with strawberry butter...you get the idea. And so, we've returned to the office, tanner and a bit melancholy. If you're having a similar problem, I direct your attention to the hilarious and brilliant Paul Rudnick. If you attended our title presentation at ALA, you probably heard me raving about Paul's upcoming book, I Shudder. Now, for your reading pleasure, I'm happy to post an excerpt from one of his essays, as well as the podcast he did with the New Yorker.
From “Life and Death and New Jersey”:
"Whenever I stumble over my own feet, or blurt out a thought which makes no sense at all, or leave the house wearing one pattern too many, I always think, it’s okay, I’m from New Jersey. I love New Jersey, because it’s not just an all-purpose punchline, but probably a handy legal defense, as in, “Yes, I shot my wife because I thought she was Bigfoot, but I’m from New Jersey.”