Look alive out there essays

The characteristic heart and punch-packing observations are back, but with a newfound coat of maturity. A thin coat. More of a blazer, really. Fans of I Was Told There'd Be Cake and How Did You Get This Number know Sloane Crosley's life as a series of relatable but madcap misadventures. In...

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Main Author: Crosley, Sloane (Author)
Format: Books Print Book
Language: English
Published: New York : MCD/Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2018.
Edition: First edition.
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Summary: The characteristic heart and punch-packing observations are back, but with a newfound coat of maturity. A thin coat. More of a blazer, really. Fans of I Was Told There'd Be Cake and How Did You Get This Number know Sloane Crosley's life as a series of relatable but madcap misadventures. In Look Alive Out There, whether it's scaling active volcanoes, crashing shivas, playing herself on Gossip Girl, befriending swingers, or squinting down the barrel of the fertility gun, Crosley continues to rise to the occasion with unmatchable nerve and electric one-liners. And as her subjects become more serious, her essays deliver not just laughs but lasting emotional heft and insight. Crosley has taken up the gauntlets thrown by her predecessors--Dorothy Parker, Nora Ephron, David Sedaris--and crafted something rare, affecting, and true. Look Alive Out There arrives on the tenth anniversary of I Was Told There'd be Cake, and Crosley's essays have managed to grow simultaneously more sophisticated and even funnier. And yet she's still very much herself, and it's great to have her back--and not a moment too soon (or late, for that matter).
Physical Description: 240 pages ; 22 cm
ISBN: 9780374279844
0374279845
Author Notes: Sloane Crosley is the author of the novel, The Clasp , and two New York Times bestselling books of personal essays, I Was Told There'd Be Cake , a finalist for The Thurber Prize for American Humor, and How Did You Get This Number . A contributing editor and books columnist for Vanity Fair , she lives in Manhattan.