Publisher's Weekly Review
Journalist Carlson doesn't definitively prove her thesis-that Nora Ephron's efforts as a screenwriter and film director saved the rom-com genre from history's proverbial dustbin-but her debut book is nonetheless an enjoyable and informative romp that will please industry insiders and movie fans alike. Carlson details Ephron's beginnings as a journalist who used her "fierce wit and nimble social maneuvering" to thrive in the male-dominated film industry. The author then walks the reader through the conception, filming, and release of Ephron's three major hits: When Harry Met Sally (which Ephron scripted but didn't direct), Sleepless in Seattle, and You've Got Mail. While the book offers little in the way of a larger social context, it includes plenty of power lunches and fan-pleasing trivia about not only Ephron but also two stars she often worked with: Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, who was "forever struggling to earn the respect Tom came by effortlessly." Descriptions of the on-again-off-again negotiations to use the Empire State Building as a location in Sleepless add to the fun. Carlson's breezy Hollywood chronicle also has a serious point to make: that the gender-based barriers Ephron overcame throughout her career remain very much in place in the film industry. (Aug.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Kirkus Review
A veteran entertainment journalist offers a breezy, detailed rehearsal of three successful romantic comedies from the 1980s and '90s.Carlsonwho has written for the Hollywood Reporter and the Associated Pressdug deeply and interviewed widely to inform this guilty-pleasure romp through the histories of When Harry Met Sally (1989), Sleepless in Seattle (1993) and You've Got Mail (1998). For each film, the author discusses the writing, actors, crew, shooting, editing and post-production, release, and response. As the subtitle reveals, Nora Ephron, who died in 2012, is the focus, and although Carlson is generally admiring, she doesn't hesitate to zing her occasionally about her troubles with cast and crewincluding a child she cut from Sleepless and a disagreement with a celebrated cinematographer. Still, the author's approach remains steadfastly pro-Ephron. Carlson weaves other stories throughoute.g., the careers of actors Meg Ryan (who emerged as a star in these films), Tom Hanks, and Ephron's sister and co-writer, Delia. We also learn that the woman who spoke the title words in When Harry Met Sally was Ephron's mother, and we find out details about the man who actually said, "You've got mail" (and other things) on AOL. The author informs us about the personal lives of her principals, noting sadly, for example, how Ryan, America's sweetheart, became involved in an extramarital affair with Russell Crowe and became "Hester Prynne overnight." The text is suffused with dialoguesome from the films themselvesa technique that helps readers consume all the more quickly this long buffet line of snack food. On a more serious note, Carlson continually reminds readers of the difficulties women face in Hollywood as both directors and as performers whose aging often slows and then terminates their careers. A large bag of buttery popcorn that goes down oh so pleasantly. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Booklist Review
Hollywood Reporter journalist Carlson's first book pays affectionate and clear-eyed tribute to the three most popular movies associated with screenwriter and director Nora Ephron. Going behind the scenes to explore the making of When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, and You've Got Mail, she dispenses insider information that fans of the movies will find hard to resist, whether she's talking about Meg Ryan's iconic restaurant scene or Tom Hanks' many quibbles about character choices. Carlson's deep knowledge of pop culture and the entertainment industry never tempts her to take herself too seriously; her breezy, frisky tone makes reading the book like sharing a gossipy lunch with an old friend. Although she keeps the focus on the three films, she also allows herself to go off on fascinating tangents about the lives and other movies of the director and her stars. As sweet and bubbly a treat as the movies it covers, this book does what it does impeccably, and readers will love it.--Quamme, Margaret Copyright 2017 Booklist
New York Review of Books Review
NORAEPHRON'S friends were lucky guys. They knew the total Ephron, a writer, filmmaker, hostess and maven of such forceful personality that even strangers felt the proprietary right to call her Nora. Those fortunate hundreds - she was a discerning collector - knew Nora the stinging commentator as well as Nora the productive romantic-comedy queen of the Upper West Side. And when she died in 2012, at the age of 71, following an illness she kept so secret that many of those closest to her were stunned, they were able to mourn Nora Ephron as a woman and artist in full. The rest of us each embraced the kind of Nora we needed, based on our age and experience with romantic heartburn. And by "us" I of course invite men, but really, it's women who have always considered Ephron family, allying with "My Nora" the way "Pride and Prejudice" devotees might claim "My Jane" Austen. Those of us who lived through the times she wrote about in her classic essay collections "Crazy Salad" (1975) and "Scribble Scribble" (1978) - indeed, who read the books when they were too new to qualify as "classic," and who feel the melancholy that drives the mordant humor of her 2006 collection, "I Feel Bad About My Neck" - cherish Our Nora as a lively, opinionated sister who cut through crap. Those who weren't around the first time are the audience for "I'll Have What She's Having," written by Erin Carlson, a 30something entertainment journalist who, through no fault of her own, wasn't there either. Carlson has done her library research, conducted informational interviews and Googled her unfamiliar names. She is able to explain to her generation that the movie producer Ray Stark was "a towering Hollywood figure" whose "tactics were cutthroat, part of the legend," and that Leona Helmsley, "nicknamed the Queen of Mean, was a very successful hotelier and real estate developer joined in marriage and business to self-made billionaire Harry Helmsley, her third husband." She also assumes her readers will know what she means when she says that "Nora, like a proto-Taylor Swift, channeled heartbreak into pop art," and that Tom Hanks's emails in "You've Got Mail" are "the fantasy edition of what every woman hopes to find, and rarely does, on Tinder (where grammar goes to die)." Old-school Ephron ladies say, Say what? As any fan of any generation probably knows, the title "I'll Have What She's Having" comes from a defining verbal zinger in "When Harry Met Sally...the enduring 1989 romantic comedy written by Ephron, directed by Rob Reiner, and starring Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan as the title couple exploring the possibilities (and impossibilities) of nonsexual friendship between a man and a woman. What Sally is having is a fake orgasm, in a crowded deli, demonstrated for Harry to make a point about women and sex. The movie won Ephron a screenwriting Oscar nomination and landed an entry of honor in modern cinema history as an unconventionally literate variation on the conventions of romantic comedy. It also set Ephron on an unexpected path to fame in a territory those of us who were around the first time would never have believed of My Nora who wrote the 1972 essay "On Never Having Been a Prom Queen." Bringing tousled Ryan and her sparkle along with her, folding in reliably delightful Hanks, and learning her way on the job as director as well as co-screenwriter, Ephron went on to devise a twist on the 1957 Leo McCarey beaut "An Affair to Remember" with "Sleepless in Seattle" in 1993, and a variation on the peerless 1940 Ernst Lubitsch confection "The Shop Around the Corner" with "You've Got Mail" in 1998. MORE MOVIE WORK followed that - some good, some less so, since Ephron's strength was never as a distinctive filmmaker with a cohesive style or graceful storytelling structure; she was always more interested in words on the page than in cinematic movement. That Carlson lacks the authority or experience to confidently analyze what Nora Ephron did and didn't do as a filmmaker of romantic comedies - and fills the empty space with blog-post-like extras about what the director wore on the set - is the main reason this reader of neck-fretting age is not having what the impressionable author and her underanalyzed pop-culture project is having. Even as my generation steps aside, willingly, for younger writers and younger readers, we on the way out can be caught up short by the perspective lost as the parameters of "back then" shift in the analysis of pop culture. But I digress! I have other harrumphs, too, from someone too old for this party. The author lures the browser with the subtitle "How Nora Ephron's Three Iconic Films Saved the Romantic Comedy," anchoring her survey on "Harry/Sally," "Sleepless" and "Mail." My Nora would hate the hot air in the word "iconic," but never mind: Nothing in "I'll Have What She's Having" makes a persuasive case for why "Sleepless" and "Mail" can be considered in the same category of excellence as "Harry/Sally" (me, I say they're not); neither does Carlson make a convincing argument for why the romantic comedy needed saving (me, I say it didn't, not if one looks at Hollywood history more fully); nor does she elucidate how Ephron saved the genre and shaped what came after (me, I say hooey). So it's back to the factoids, the digressive details about ancillary players and the awkwardly shoehorned, slapdash sociological observations ("As it happened, the Sandra Dee-ification of Meg Ryan held a mirror to sexually anxious times"). There is also an obligatory race-and-gender disclaimer, during which Carlson soberly notes that Ephron's "fatal flaw" was living in a bubble. "While Nora created worlds in which we all wanted to live, her daffy, urban universes included mainly straight white people and couples at the unfortunate expense of diversity," she recites, like a pledge of allegiance - and even then, she doesn't stick to her own undeveloped thought. "Nevertheless," Carlson continues, "Nora persists as an icon in the same big league as equally complex, multifaceted rom-com pioneers Woody Allen, Preston Sturges and Ernst Lubitsch, the master himself." I would like to challenge every word of that sentence - on Twitter, where grammar goes to die. LISA SCHWARZBAUM, a former critic at Entertainment Weekly, is a freelance journalist.
Library Journal Review
Ephron, who died in 2012, was an unlikely inventor of the iconic romantic comedies When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, and You've Got Mail. Though insecure about her looks, Nora grew up tough as nails, and her early unhappy romantic life (second husband Carl Bernstein broke her heart) was hardly fodder for the sweet and sentimental beloved rom-coms that would follow. -Carlson paints a warts-and-all portrait of -Ephron but focuses mostly on how these three films came to be. For example, -Carlson reveals that actress Meg Ryan was not the first choice for Sleepless's Sally, that nice guy Tom Hanks and Ephron butted heads on the set, and who uttered that famous line "I'll have what she's having." She also weaves in portraits of Ryan, Hanks, director Rob Reiner, and others. Carlson's prose style is perky and approachable, but her use of words such as waspy, lefty, and voice-y as well as liberal parenthetical asides, sometimes distract. -VERDICT Movie fans, film students, and those who miss funny romantic comedies will enjoy this detailed behind-the-scenes look at three of the best.-Rosellen Brewer, Sno-Isle Libs., Marysville, WA © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
