Let's be less stupid : an attempt to maintain my mental faculties / Patricia Marx.
Material type: TextPublisher: New York : Twelve, 2015Edition: First editionDescription: xvii, 188 pages : illustrations ; 20 cmContent type:- text
- unmediated
- volume
- 9781455554959 (cloth)
- 1455554952 (cloth)
- 818/.5402 23
- PN6231.A43 M32 2015
- HUM003000
Item type | Current library | Collection | Call number | Status | Date due | Barcode | Item holds | |
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BOOK | Harrison Memorial Library NONFICTION | Adult Nonfiction | 818 MAR (Browse shelf(Opens below)) | Available | 31624003668639 |
Includes index.
" "I believe Freud got it wrong when he said that the two basic drives that motivate our thoughts and behavior are 1) sex and 2) death, which he sometimes called aggression, go figure. So what runs the show, then? Fear of embarrassment prevails until the age of thirty, followed by the desire to lose weight, and finally, the need to sit down." In LETS BE LESS STUPID, longtime New Yorker staffer and former SNL writer, Patty Marx, employs the weapon she wields best--razor-sharp humor--to tackle what is perhaps the most difficult facet of aging-the decline of the mind. From losing her keys to forgetting her sister-in-law's name, Marx has done it all, and somehow prevailed with friendships in tact. Unrelentingly funny and unexpectedly candid, LET'S BE LESS STUPID speaks to women and men of a certain age, but it will make you laugh at any age. Filled with anecdotes about trying to learn Cherokee, zapping her brain with electricity, taking pills that make her pay attention, and listening to hours of Mozart--all in the service of keeping her mental faculties intact--this is an utterly fresh and original take from one of the smartest comedic writers today. The first woman to be elected to the Harvard Lampoon, Marx is her generation's Nora Ephron. "-- Provided by publisher.
Prologue -- Welcome to my brain -- If I knew now what I knew then -- I get me smarter soon -- Head shots; or, Lights, camera, magnets -- My IQ, part 1; or, How smart I was not; or, In search of remembrance now; or, The collected stories of Anton Chekhov -- My brain goes to gym class (but at least it doesn't have to play dodgeball) -- Paul-vaulting my way to intellectual heights. I mean stepping on a kitchen chair to reach the low-fat mayonnaise -- Om, um, oy -- Let's learn Cherokee! -- Shock it to me, baby -- Name that tune; or, This shouldn't even count as a chapter if you ask me -- Faster, bigger, more smarter? The reckoning.
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