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Dave Barry Is from Mars and Venus

Dave Barry Is from Mars and Venus

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by Dave Barry

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Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, bestselling author, and Wheel of Fortune contestant Dave Barry exposes the shattering truth. Whether he's splashing with the U.S. sychronized swim team ("Picture a bunch of elegant swans swimming with a flailing sea cow") or reliving the Pilgrims' first Thanksgiving ("We've decided to obliterate your culture, but first may we


Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, bestselling author, and Wheel of Fortune contestant Dave Barry exposes the shattering truth. Whether he's splashing with the U.S. sychronized swim team ("Picture a bunch of elegant swans swimming with a flailing sea cow") or reliving the Pilgrims' first Thanksgiving ("We've decided to obliterate your culture, but first may we try the stuffing?"), Dave Barry proves that one man can make a difference—by having the guts to answer the questions few people bother to ask:

 ¸  What makes people want to eat animals they would never consider petting?
 ¸  Where do the World's Three Most Boring People meet?
 ¸  Why is Colorado freezing so many human gonads?
 ¸  And just how does Oprah have the power to turn a 1957 Hotpoint toaster manual into a #1 bestseller?

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Those not fortunate enough to live in cities where Barry's columns are syndicated have a special treat in this newest collection (following Dave Barry in Cyberspace). As his fans will expect, the pieces are delightful. Aided by readers worldwide who sent him copies of news articles about bizarre happenings, the Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist presents stories about dead sheep found in New Zealand treetops and the activities of decapitated cockroaches. He also takes on some of his pet hates, like opera (which, he maintains, killed an okapi in a Danish zoo) and lobsters (which, in his view, look like large insects and may become even more ominous because scientists are testing Prozac on them). A highlight is one of Barry's reader surveys on the most irritating TV commercials, the runaway winner being Mr. Whipple squeezing the Charmin. The least entertaining pieces are Barry's self-deprecating essays on his failures at such varied sports as synchronized swimming and snowboarding. But even these have their charming moments, and Barry has another success here. Photos. Author tour. (Oct.)
Library Journal
For readers of previous collections of Barry's syndicated columns, there are no surprises here. Enthusiasts will expectand will findthat the author writes with ease and whimsicality on almost every subject that chances to catch his fancy. And there seems to be nothing too insignificant or casual to attract his attention. If readers dip into the book at random, they may find first his ideastongue-in-cheek of coursefor eliminating the drug problem in the country. Next they may turn to Barry's reflections on the importance of having visible stomach muscles. Then they may find themselves reading about his views on the National Pretend Speed Limit. Barry is never uproariously funny, but he does set underway delicious trains of chuckles. At a time when so many people are in a chronic state of irritation, suspicion, and mental jaundice, the effect of the book is soothing. It cleans the palate, if not like champagne, then at least like a cool sorbet. Recommended. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 6/1/97.]A.J. Anderson, GSLIS, Simmons Coll., Boston
Judith Newman
Dave Barry should not be read in mixed company -- or, for that matter, in any company. Because reading Barry with another person in the room invariably elicits one of two responses: ''What's so funny?'' or ''For God's sake, shut up''....Perhaps it is easier to think of Barry not as a humorist, but as a channeler: he helps you get in touch with your inner 12-year-old. -- New York Times
Kirkus Reviews
Syndicated columnist and clowning Pulitzer-nik Barry (Dave Barry in Cyberspace, 1996, etc.) is back with another series of columns, regular as an equinox and admittedly starting to strain for a decent title ("A lot of the really good ones are taken. Thin Thighs in 30 Days, for example. Also The Bible").

As any certified funster must, Barry zeroes in on little events of daily life, such quotidian subjects as lawyers, doctors, aging, marriage, Thanksgiving, O.J. Simpson, and splashing around with US Synchronized Swimming National Team One. He may be getting a little weak in the memory department. "To be honest," he admits, "I had completely forgotten that in a former life I was Mozart," and he's concerned about the effects of his OMBS ("Older Male Brain Shrinkage"). There are, indeed, signs of maturity: "Booger" jokes are scarce; they're replaced by "poop" jokes. Exploding toilets are covered, too. Barry expends precious shrinking brain power in rearranging the letters of proper names: Winston Churchill can yield "Hurls Cow Chin Lint," he tells us. (He may be pleased to learn that his own name can be rearranged to "Verry Baad," which has kind of rap flavor.) Alert readers supply him with prime fodder from diverse new sources so that he gets to label riffs with his favorite tag line, "I am not making this up," and advance them with the rim shot, "No, seriously, folks." They aren't seamless and certainly not weighty, but Barry's concoctions still deliver. As he says about a completely different subject (bug brains, if you must know), his humor "is not as simple as we thought it was before we started to think about it."

Barry remains a formidable practitioner of journalistic silliness. "Ha!" some readers may say. Some, differing, may retort, "Ha ha!" Others may simply laugh.

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Meet the Author

Dave Barry was born in Armonk, New York, in 1947 and has been steadily growing older ever since, without ever actually reaching maturity.  He attended public schools, where he distinguished himself by not getting in nearly as much trouble as he would have if authorities had been aware of everything.  He is proud to have been elected Class Clown by the Pleasantville High School in 1965.
Barry went to Haverford College, where he was an English major and wrote lengthy scholarly papers filled with sentences that even he did not understand.  He graduated in 1969 and eventually got a job with a newspaper named, this is the real name, the Daily Local News, in West Chester, Pennsylvania, where he covered a series of incredibly dull municipal meetings, some of which are still going on.
In 1975, Barry joined Burger Associates, a consulting firm that teaches effective writing to business persons.  He spent nearly eight years trying to get various businesspersons to for-God's-sake-stop-writing-things like "Enclosed please find the enclosed enclosure," but he eventually realized that it was hopeless. So, in 1983 he took a job at the Miami Herald, and he has been there ever since, although he never answers the phone.  In 1988, he won the Pulitzer Prize for commentary, pending a recount.  His column appears in several hundred newspapers, yet another indication of the worsening drug crisis.
Barry is the author of numerous best-sellers, including the recent Dave Barry in Cyberspace (Crown 1996).  He lives in Miami, Florida.

Brief Biography

Miami, Florida
Date of Birth:
July 3, 1947
Place of Birth:
Armonk, New York
B.A. in English, Haverford College, 1969

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