Attempting Normal

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People make a mess.
 
Marc Maron was a parent-scarred, angst-filled, drug-dabbling, love-starved comedian who dreamed of a simple life: a wife, a home, a sitcom to call his own. But instead he woke up one day to find himself fired from his radio job, surrounded by feral cats, and emotionally and financially annihilated by a divorce from a woman he thought he loved. He tried to heal his...

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Overview

NATIONAL BESTSELLER

People make a mess.
 
Marc Maron was a parent-scarred, angst-filled, drug-dabbling, love-starved comedian who dreamed of a simple life: a wife, a home, a sitcom to call his own. But instead he woke up one day to find himself fired from his radio job, surrounded by feral cats, and emotionally and financially annihilated by a divorce from a woman he thought he loved. He tried to heal his broken heart through whatever means he could find—minor-league hoarding, Viagra addiction, accidental racial profiling, cat fancying, flying airplanes with his mind—but nothing seemed to work. It was only when he was stripped down to nothing that he found his way back.
 
Attempting Normal is Marc Maron’s journey through the wilderness of his own mind, a collection of explosively, painfully, addictively funny stories that add up to a moving tale of hope and hopelessness, of failing, flailing, and finding a way. From standup to television to his outrageously popular podcast, WTF with Marc Maron, Marc has always been a genuine original, a disarmingly honest, intensely smart, brutally open comic who finds wisdom in the strangest places. This is his story of the winding, potholed road from madness and obsession and failure to something like normal, the thrillingly comic journey of a sympathetic f***up who’s trying really hard to do better without making a bigger mess. Most of us will relate.

Praise for Attempting Normal
 
“I laughed so hard reading this book.”—David Sedaris
 
“Funny . . . surprisingly deep . . . laced with revelatory insights.”—Los Angeles Times
 
“Superb . . . A reason that [it] is a superior example of an overcrowded genre—the comedian memoir—is Mr. Maron’s hardheaded approach to his history, the wisdom of experience.”The New York Times
 
“Marc Maron is a legend because he is both a great comic and a brilliant mind. Attempting Normal is a deep, hilarious megashot of feeling and truth as only this man can administer.”—Sam Lipsyte
  
Praise for Marc Maron and WTF
 
“The stuff of comedy legend.”Rolling Stone 
 
“Marc Maron is a startlingly honest, compelling, and hilarious comedian-poet. Truly one of the greatest of all time.”—Louis C.K.
 
“I’ve known Marc for years and I can tell you first hand that he’s passionate, fearless, honest, self-absorbed, neurotic, and screamingly funny.”—David Cross
 
“Revered among his peers . . . raw and unflinchingly honest.”Entertainment Weekly

“Devastatingly funny.”Los Angeles Times
 
“For a comedy nerd, this show is nirvana.”—Judd Apatow

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Praise for Attempting Normal
 
“I laughed so hard reading this book.”—David Sedaris
 
“Funny . . . surprisingly deep . . . laced with revelatory insights.”—Los Angeles Times
 
“Superb . . . A reason that [it] is a superior example of an overcrowded genre—the comedian memoir—is Mr. Maron’s hardheaded approach to his history, the wisdom of experience.”The New York Times
 
“Marc Maron is a legend because he is both a great comic and a brilliant mind. Attempting Normal is a deep, hilarious megashot of feeling and truth as only this man can administer.”—Sam Lipsyte

Praise for Marc Maron and WTF
 
“The stuff of comedy legend.”Rolling Stone 
 
“Marc Maron is a startlingly honest, compelling, and hilarious comedian-poet. Truly one of the greatest of all time.”—Louis C.K.
 
“I’ve known Marc for years and I can tell you first hand that he’s passionate, fearless, honest, self-absorbed, neurotic, and screamingly funny.”—David Cross
 
“Revered among his peers . . . raw and unflinchingly honest.”Entertainment Weekly
 
“Devastatingly funny.”Los Angeles Times
 
“For a comedy nerd, this show is nirvana.”—Judd Apatow

Kirkus Reviews
A comedian's life is no laughing matter in this memoir of short chapters that examine the author's source of material as a series of open wounds. Rarely has an entertainer's account of his life been so lacking in self-glorification. "There really is no business like show business," he told a group of his peers as the keynote speaker for the 2011 Just for Laughs Comedy Festival in Montreal. "Except maybe prostitution. There's a bit of overlap there." The speech provides the penultimate chapter of Maron's first book and shows why he enjoyed the respect of so many better-known comedians even before he resurrected his career by shifting it from the comedy club to his garage with his popular podcast WTF with Marc Maron. In his introduction, he explains the development of the cyberseries, which appeared to be a last-ditch effortand which went viral through the host's interviews with guests such as Conan O'Brien. Though he'd appeared on O'Brien's show more than 40 times, he treats that exposure like an afterthought, as he explains the secret of success that O'Brien shared with him and which he now believes explains his own: " ‘Get yourself in a situation where you have no choice.' And that's what I'm doing, because I had no choice. I was broke and broken and lost when I started WTF." If such desperation pushed the comedian beyond his comfort level (presuming he had one), his book might do the same for readers, as Maron recounts his dysfunctional childhood, his two failed marriages (and his part in each split), his addictions, recovery and sobriety, and his ambivalence toward pornography (which he both likes a lot and really doesn't). In that same speech, he says, "we comics are out there on the front lines of our sanity. We risk all sense of security and the possibility of living stable lives to do comedy." In a blood sport littered with casualties, this is an account of an unlikely survivor.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780812992878
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/30/2013
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 582,269
  • Product dimensions: 8.40 (w) x 5.60 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Marc Maron

Marc Maron is a stand-up comedian and host of the podcast WTF with Marc Maron.  He has appeared in his own comedy specials on Comedy Central, HBO, and Netflix, and his sitcom, Maron, airs on IFC. He lives in Los Angeles.

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Chapter 1 

The Situation in My Head

I had a bad run-­in with myself on a plane recently. I had just flown from Dublin to Chicago and hadn’t slept much. I was strung out. Tired. Tweaky. I changed planes in Chicago to fly to Los Angeles. Things were vibrating and I was edgy. I was in the exhaustion zone, feeling the kind of tired you can’t sleep off because you can’t sleep, because your blood is pumping caffeinated dread and loathing.

I was seated at the front of coach in an aisle seat, directly behind the first-­class dividing wall and the flight attendant service area. It’s my favorite seat on a plane. I like watching people get on the plane so I can judge them. I like judging. I didn’t see any real problems among the passengers who awkwardly clumped onto the plane, but I definitely felt like I was in a better place than some of them, which helped take the edge off my mood. Judging works.

We took off. The flight attendants were strapped in almost directly in front of me, facing me. I always scan their faces for fear. I rarely see it. When I do see something dark flicker across their faces, it usually seems like it has nothing to do with the job. More likely something personal that followed them onto the plane. But then again, what do I know. I project. Then I judge.

The crew seemed pleasant. One woman in particular seemed genuinely nice: blond hair, about fifty, pretty in the classic California way. I always wonder when I see older flight attendants if they’ve been at it since the seventies, when things were crazy. Did she ever have sex in a cockpit? Did she survive a crash? Get tied up in a hijacking? Did she ever have sex in a bathroom with a passenger? With the pilot? I like to give my flight attendants a bit of backstory. I decided she was an out-­of-­control instigator of major in-­flight mayhem back in the day. She got through it disease-­free and didn’t end up in rehab. She started a family, her husband had a drug problem he couldn’t kick and left her, but she did all right. The husband had a lot of money, so she’s good. Humble and wise. She lives in Topanga with a few big dogs. Her kids are in college. Only a few people know her from her old life and one of them is the pilot on the flight I am on. That’s who I made the flight attendant up to be.

Once we were up in the air I was crawling out of my skin. I couldn’t sleep and had definitely had enough of flying. I needed to walk around and judge. I walked down the aisle toward the back of the plane in hopes of going to the bathroom. I didn’t  really have to go but sometimes it’s just nice to lock yourself in the bathroom of a plane and take a few minutes to look in the mirror. I reached the door of the bathroom and the little lock indicator said Vacant, but there was a man standing in front of the door. Hanging out, I guess. He was a Middle Eastern–­looking man, olive-­skinned with Semitic features—­a dubious shade of brown. I looked at him and gave him a raised-­eyebrow grunt, asking if he was waiting. He looked me right in the eye but didn’t speak for a moment. Then he shook his head no. It was a simple gesture, but seemed ominous and cryptic. I couldn’t understand why he was standing there. In retrospect he was probably just doing what I was doing. Stretching, moving around. But in that moment, when I looked into his eyes, fear shot through me. I was sure that this guy was up to something. He had that look in his eye. Scheming, driven, full of will and sacrifice. He was clearly Palestinian or Saudi and we were all in trouble. The worst of it was that I was sure I was the only one on the plane who knew that something truly awful was about to happen. I knew and he knew I knew. I could see it in that quick glance he shot me letting me know that he wasn’t going into the bathroom. No, he was going into the cockpit. It was that kind of look.

I didn’t go into the bathroom. I lingered around in the rear flight attendant station thinking, watching, figuring out what had to be done. The suspicious-­looking, dubious-­shade-­of-­brown man started making his way down the aisle. I decided to follow him. I found out very quickly that it’s hard to discreetly follow someone on an aircraft. I gave him about ten steps, then I started pacing behind him down the aisle toward the front of the plane. He walked right through the division between the classes, from coach into business. I stopped in the service area, afraid to cross the class line, and watched him disappear behind the curtain. I was completely panicked. I knew he was heading for the cockpit. I hadn’t figured out what his plan was but I knew we were all in trouble and no else knew. I had to save us. I pulled the curtain back and focused intently on the man moving toward the front of the plane. I can only imagine what my face looked like or what kind of panic vibrations were peeling off me as I stood there trying to figure out a plan, my brain working the angles.

“Is everything okay, sir?”

It was the flight attendant, the one who’d been through some shit and come out on the other side. I turned. She looked concerned. Some part of me knew I couldn’t spill everything, that she wouldn’t understand if I just babbled out everything I knew. So this came out of my mouth:

“Uh, well, there’s . . . a situation. In my head.”

“Maybe you should sit down, sir,” she said, concerned, like I was the one with a problem.

“Um. I think we . . . okay. Yeah, okay,” I said, letting go of my horrible knowledge and the impending crisis for a moment. “I’ll sit down. But . . . okay.”

I sat down in my seat, my brain still feverishly running scenarios. I knew what was happening. I saw it in my mind. The dubious-­shaded-­brown man was already in the cockpit. He had on a pair of rubber gloves that had been soaked in an ancient toxin that he had achieved immunity to by exposing himself to it in small doses over the last year. He had already touched the neck of the pilot and copilot, who were in full cardiac arrest with a pinkish white foam coming out of their mouths as they gasped and writhed in their final throes. The man was moments away from taking control of the plane, plummeting us to a lower altitude, and putting us on a flight path into the target of his choice.

I don’t make pretty pictures. Sometimes I wish my imagination were fueled by something other than panic and dread. But I don’t have control over my gift. It has control over me and I am dragged by it more often than not, away from the idyllic land of normal and onto the jagged shores of self-­destruction. Imagining the worst has always been a great comfort to me. If there is turbulence there is an imminent crash. If she doesn’t pick up the phone, she is fucking someone. If there is a lump it is a tumor. By thinking like this I protect myself from disappointment. And if anything other than the worst-­case scenario unfolds, what a pleasant surprise! The problem is that I am always walking around preparing for and reacting to the horrors of what my brain is making up, living as if every potential terror and every defeat were already happening—­because in my mind, it always is. I think if I could just create a series of characters to enact all the heinous possibilities my brain manufactures to insulate me from joy, then I would be using my creativity in a safer way. I see maybe an animated series or perhaps several epic paintings, large canvases. I’m talking the whole wall of the gallery big.

I don’t like animation and I’m not a painter. All I can do is imagine these horrors and share them with you.

I sat in my seat powerless, waiting for the plunge. I was squinting hard and clutching the armrests when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see the entire flight crew standing over me. The one who seemed to be the leader, a hard-­looking woman, asked, “Are you all right, sir? Do you need medical attention?” The kind flight attendant had betrayed me and now stood behind the monster in an apron who was interrogating me. I wondered how I became the problem. If they only knew what was about to happen they would be thanking me for being the one person perceptive enough to see it. I was actually hoping that we’d lurch into a sudden descent at that moment. I was hoping that they would all go flying toward the back of the plane, screaming and thumping along the ceiling. Then they’d know I was right.

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  • Posted May 11, 2013

    I received this book through Goodreads' First Reads program. Be

    I received this book through Goodreads' First Reads program. Be aware before you continue to read this that I quote the book in a few places. I don't think they qualify as spoilers, per se, but they do reflect some of the more philosophical moments in the book.




    The strength of Marc Maron's comedy lies (and has always lain) in the honesty of his stories. He strips back the layers so many comedians use to shield themselves, throwing himself out there for anyone to laugh with or laugh at.




    Maron's latest book, Attempting Normal, transfers his angry, self-deprecating (and occasionally self-abusive) sense of humor to prose. I will admit that while I did not often laugh at the situations presented within (Maron's sense of humor doesn't entirely mesh with mine), there is a certain appealing frankness about the whole thing. Maron splices comedy and pathos, but as absurd as some of the situations may seem, his simple, down-to-earth narration lends an air of credence to them.




    Take, for example, this quote: "I felt like I needed closure. I needed to be punched in the heart with the reality of the situation. That is what emotional connection is to me sometimes. Pain makes me know I am alive. Joy and comfort are awkward and make me want to die. I needed to see in her eyes that she didn't care about me and I had no power over her. Of course, I was hedging my bets. Some part of me hoped we would once again lock into that shared emotional frequency that undeniably connected us. I thought that connection was indelible, no matter what happened between us, even if it was like a tattoo that seemed like the right thing to do at the time but is now just a fading green mistake."




    This resonated with me, likely because I have gone through the same situation. In fact, this is the power inherent in Maron's stories--the fact that we've been there too.




    As someone who is highly invested in the fine arts (theatre, writing, and music in particular), this quote stuck out at me: 




    "The point is, maybe I need to re-immerse myself in fine arts. They're magic. It doesn't always work but the good stuff, or at least the stuff that resonates, should engage your heart in a way that can reflect, sate, define, amplify, provoke, or relieve what seems like chaos or confusion in your life. The art allows you to experience it and better understand your own undefined or renegade emotions. Sometimes the art gives you new things to worry about. That's some good art there."




    This, I think, is the core of the fine arts. It allows us to either conceal or confront the issues in our lives in a way that is, for the most part, socially acceptable, and provides a benefit to society.




    These are just a few examples of some rather philosophical moments sprinkled throughout the book; while they may be "deep thoughts", they are always presented in an impressively accessible way.




    Overall, I was impressed with Maron's latest work. While the laughs may be aimed at a different audience, the situations are things we can all relate to, tied together by Maron's expert storytelling ability.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2013

    Funny, smart, and moving.

    As a long time listener of the podcast, I was excited for this book. It did not disappoint. Marc's trademark self-disclosure is evident throughout the book. A few of the stories he has told before on the podcast but it was great to revisit them in the pages of this book. I sat in my car while my oil was changed reading this book and laughing outloud so uncontrollably that the men stopped changing my oil to be sure I was ok. Well done, Marc.

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  • Posted July 4, 2014

    Disappointing tale of a guy who won't grow up

    I like quirky, anti-authority people, but Maron puts the i-i-i in narcissistic. He ruins relationships left and right, all in the name of honing his craft as a comic, and then shrugs, as if, "The world must accept me as I am." The book has some funny passages, but overall it's not very entertaining. Save your money for something else.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2014

    Lobby waffles

    Love the honesty

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  • Posted July 23, 2013

    Funny, neurotic, sweet. But enough about me.

    I'm a big Maron fan so he could have phoned this in and I would've still enjoyed it. But he put heart and soul into this and it's filled with all sorts of truths and insights into him that lead me to some of my own truths and insights. I want to read it again right now but one of my son's friends saw it and it's undoubtedly never to be seen again. Oh well, I guess I'll just buy another copy. It's worth it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2014

    Kenny

    Good bruh. I like how you used Sun in the story. Keep it goin'!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2014

    To sop

    Cool,but are you planning to continue sop?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2014

    What my future hold part 2

    Okay readers here is part 2. <p> i sat at my desk eating my lunch witch was a peanut butter sandwich and a bottle of water. After lunched ended Mr. Beandipp contnued boring us with his roman lessons. When it was finally time to go home i grabed my backpack walking outside. The rain had cleared up but the steets were still flooded. I heard someone running behind me. I turned to see Sun running to catch up with me, her blond hair flying behind her. She slowed to a walk when she caught up. "Hello" she said smiling sweetly. "How ya been?" I asked smiling. "Pretty good." She responded. "What did you want to show me?" I asked. "Promis never to tell anybody" she whisperd. I nodded. "Were almost to your house, ill tell you in your room." She said. "Okay." I said as we reached the door. I pulled it open. Sun walked in and i followed after closing the door. "MOM, IM HOME, SUN IS WITH ME." I called. "Okay sweetie" my mom called from the garden. Sun and i climbed up the stairs and down the hallway to my room. "Ceaner than last time" sun said. "Mom made me clean." I said. I saw Suns face fall. "Hey, you okay?" I asked her. "Its my mom and dad." She sighed. "They were fighting again. At one piont i snuck downstairs to see them but my dad saw me. He picked me up and threw me agenst the wall and ripped my shirt off then he took out a whip and whiped me. My mom did nothing to stop him. She just waited until he was done and sent me up stairs." I saw a tear slide down her cheek. "It'll be okay." I said. "Im sure my mom will let you stay in tbe guest room." I said. "Thanks Alex" she sniffed. "You and your family have done so much for me, i wish i could pay you back." She said looking at me. "Were glad to help you. Your a really sweet and nice girl Sun." I said. With that she threw her arms around me. "Thank you so much Alex." She said leting go of me. "So what did you want to shyw me?" I asked. "This," she said setting her backpack on my bed producing two notes with a hair clip on one and a sliver wristband on the other. "These were on my bed this s'morning" she said. Handing the one with the wrist band on it to me. It said ALEX in bold letters. The other said SUN in the same font. "We both got one so i decided we should open them together." "Good idea" i said. "Othe count of three, 1 2 3 go." We tore the letters open. I pulled out a white paper. It read: <p> Hello Alex, we do not normaly send letters like this yet, we felt it nessisary considering your situation. Please come to long Island by Friday. Thank you. <b> sincerly, Chiron trainer of heros. Oh and one more thing, That ilver wrist band will be very helpful in your life. Just tap it twice. <p> i looked up to see Sun holding a Bow-and-arrow. She had a quiver slung across her back. "H..how" i sturterd. "Tap the wrist band." She said. I put it on and taped it. It suddenly turned into a huge silver shield. A sword was in a sheath across my back. "Oh my gosh Alex" sun said. "i think we should probly go to long island." She taped the bow and the bow turned into a hair clip and the quiver dissaperd. "But thats on the other side of the country!" I exclaimed. Tapping the shield wich dssaperd into the wrist band along with the sword. Tben suddenly Suns dad burst into the room holding a whip and a chain. His cold eyes focused on Sun. "Come here you worthless girl." He said luging at her. Without thinking i jumped infreont of him. <p> next part at next result. - &#9787

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2014

    Sweet Death

    Yay, I came back! :D

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2014

    Normal me #1

    (I became a hedgehog in April not December!)

    Firework and I were walking down the street. GG and FF were walking down the street."Hey GG haven't seen ya since that Bakugan battle.",I said.

    "Yeah SD and the team resurrected and became good.",GG said."Ok,but if you were still evil I would take you down.",I said. I left GG,FF,and Firework alone. I waved goodbye to them.

    Just then I notice I walked in the Everfree forest."Well while i'm gonna check up on Changeling Zecora.",I said. When I got to Zecora's hut it was barricaded.

    "Oh great.",I said. I jumped through the door."OW!",I yelled. My arm started to bleed."Holy*beep*.",I said.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2014

    Midnight

    Keep going!! Except...dude...you threatened Game Guide...

    -Midnight
    Dx

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