One more for funny women

I just started reading Miriam Toews’ ‘The Flying Troutmans.’

Marc…was heading off to an ashram in India anyway and said we could communicate telepathically. I tried it a couple of days before he left. I love you, don’t go, I said silently, without moving my lips. He was standing next to me, trying to photograph a gargoyle. You’re a little in my way, he said. Can you move?

How is that not funny?

A Complicated Kindness is also good.

As funny as a….woman?

Just read Tayari’s link to the Jezebel post about the NYT article. Women writers aren’t funny! Just off the top of my head:

  • Florence King. Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady. Made me laugh until I was stupid.
  • Dodie Smith. I Capture the Castle. A gentler humor, but seriously funny.
  • I’d even argue that a lot of The Country Girls trilogy by Edan O’Brien is comedy.
  • Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, the 1925 Anita Loos novel, not the 1953 Marilyn Monroe vehicle.
  • The Egg and I, by Betty MacDonald. OK, so it’s a memoir, not a novel. Still.
  • Bridget Jones’ Diary. Chick-lit? Sure. Spawner of a thousand pink-covered saccharine imitations and responsible for the current plague of clumsy heroines? Guilty. Funny? Definitely.

And I don’t even have my bookshelf in front of me.

Of course, Tayari asked for funny women of color, and that’s, sadly, a lot harder.