I Remember Nothing: And Other Reflections

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Nora Ephron returns with her first book since the astounding success of I Feel Bad About My Neck, taking a hilarious look at the past, the present, and the future, bemoaning the vicissitudes of modern life, and recalling with her signature clarity and wisdom everything she hasn’t (yet) forgotten.

Filled with insights and observations that instantly ring true—and could have come only from Nora Ephron—I Remember Nothing is pure joy.

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Nora Ephron returns with her first book since the astounding success of I Feel Bad About My Neck, taking a hilarious look at the past, the present, and the future, bemoaning the vicissitudes of modern life, and recalling with her signature clarity and wisdom everything she hasn’t (yet) forgotten.

Filled with insights and observations that instantly ring true—and could have come only from Nora Ephron—I Remember Nothing is pure joy.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

“Fabulous. . . . Masterly. . . . She’ll dazzle you with strings of perfect prose.” –Carolyn See, Washington Post Book World

“Breathlessly funny. . . . Chatty, witty, self-effacing and candid.” —Minneapolis Star Tribune 
“Candid, self-deprecating, laser-smart, and hilarious. . . . A master of the jujitsu essay, Ephron leaves us breathless with rueful laughter.” —Booklist
“She’s never been more real than in this collection—a full pleasure to read.” –New York Journal of Books
“Delicious. . . . Gleaming with youthful innocence.” –More Magazine

“Tantalizingly fresh and forthright. . . . She’s like Benjamin Franklin or Shakespeare: her words are now part of the fabric of the English language. . . . She’s familiar but funny, boldly outspoken yet simultaneously reassuring.” —Alex Kuczynski, New York Times Book Review
“Breezily funny prose. . . . As candid and hilarious as before.” —Kansas City Star
“A delightfully succinct and completely hilarious and sometimes poignant collection of essays. . . . A terrific holiday gift for any smart woman, or a fun palette cleanser for your book club. . . . Sure to amuse readers with its relatable charm and wit.” —Bookreporter
“The power of these essays often comes from a voice clearly looking back at a riveting life with a clear-eyed wisdom and, at times, twinges of regret.” —Salon
“Classic Ephron: gloriously opinionated—and on target. . . . Ephron sure does know how to tell a story and entertain.” —Heller McAlpin, “Books We Like,” NPR
“Nora Ephron is, in essence, one of the original bloggers—and if everyone could write like her, what a lovely place the Internet would be. . . .If this is Nora Ephron’s last word, it’s a stylish one—but here’s hoping she’s got a few more up her cashmere sleeve.” —Seattle Times
“A slim, candid, and always witty package of Ephron’s  insights, written and bound before they slip her mind forever.” —Elle
“Candid and witty. . . . Filled with intimate and sometimes shocking details. . . . Ephron shares sage reflections on everything from her love of journalism to growing up in Beverly Hills with alcoholic parents. . . . Ephron has lived life to the fullest, and is not shy about dispensing the intimate details (none of which she seems to have forgotten). . . . Ephron fans will not be disappointed,” —The Jewish Journal Boston North
“When you start to read her work, you can’t stop. You don’t want to stop. Her writer’s voice is remarkably engaging and fresh.” —Buffalo News
“She’s still smart as a tack and funny, funny, funny.” —Press Herald
“Vivid. . . . [An] entertaining collection of stories about her life so far. . . . She remains the neighbor we all wish we had. Someone to share a cup of coffee with. Or better yet, a glass of wine. Maybe two.” —USA Today

Carolyn See
What you can finally say about Ephron is that she's a tremendously talented woman from a significant American period. Yes, she has some trouble making up her mind. She'll come horrifyingly close to self-denigration (in the divorce essay, for example), but then, just in case you might go along with that gag, she'll dazzle you in the next pages with strings of perfect prose. Luck, hard work, privilege, yes, yes, yes. But tremendous talent is her forte, her strong suit, her fiendish trump card.
—The Washington Post
Alex Kuczynski
Nora Ephron's new book of essays is titled I Remember Nothing, but that's a sop. She remembers everything, and while some of the material in this book is tantalizingly fresh and forthright, some of it we've seen before. Which doesn't mean it's not just as entertaining the second or even third time around, offered in each new iteration with a few more spicy details…[Ephron]'s familiar but funny, boldly outspoken yet simultaneously reassuring.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
Ephron's humorous observations on aging so beloved in I Feel Bad About My Neck continue in this collection of sprightly essays on everything from her deep affection for Google to memories of her complicated relationship with the famously irascible playwright, Lillian Hellmann. Ephron's voice has a nice grain to it, but where it should skip and flow to mimic the conversational patter of her prose, it stumbles and drags. Ephron enunciates so carefully and pauses so haltingly, the audiobook sounds more like bad amateur theater rather than an acclaimed humorist reading her own material. Stripped of the author's light touch and self-deprecation, the jokes fall flat, and Ephron's quips on, say, going to the bookstore to buy a book on Alzheimer's and forgetting the name of the book, are likely to elicits more cringes than chuckles. A Knopf hardcover. (Dec.)
Library Journal
In a recent NPR interview, Ephron shared with listeners a fundamental lesson she learned from her mother about humor: "If you slip on a banana peel, people laugh at you, but if you tell people you slipped on a banana peel, it's your joke." In this follow-up to the national best seller I Feel Bad About My Neck (2006)—also available from Books on Tape/Random Audio and read by the author—Ephron takes the banana peels of life and aging and turns them into funny, relatable, and sometimes touching stories. The chapters on email and journalism are particularly amusing, while the accounts of Ephron's divorce and her mother's alcoholism show a different side to the author/director best known for her comedy. Ephron herself reads, in the manner of a best girlfriend. One doesn't have to be on the other side of 50 to appreciate her wit; recommended. [The Knopf hc, published in November 2010, was an LJ Best Seller; the Vintage pb will publish in November 2011.—Ed.]—Theresa Horn, St. Joseph Cty. P.L., South Bend, IN
Kirkus Reviews

Bland, often rambling anecdotes from the acclaimed director and screenwriter.

Ephron (I Feel Bad About My Neck, 2006, etc.) returns to the literary scene with a collection of essays that thematically hover around the issue of aging. "Once I went to a store to buy a book about Alzheimer's disease and forgot the name of it," she writes. The author compounds this humorous memory lapse alongside dozens of more egregious slips, leading to the conclusion, "All this makes me feel sad, and wistful, but mostly it makes me feel old." Ephron remains unapologetic throughout her waxing nostalgia, continually referring to a bygone era where people didn't use the F-word and, "I'll tell you something else: they didn't drink wine then. Nobody knew about wine." Throughout, the author engages in heavy doses of name-dropping, but she remains aloof. In many ways, Ephron's humor functions as a defense mechanism against aging, and while she pokes fun at her thinning hair and fading memory, the reader anxiously awaits an honest portrayal of the woman herself. "The D Word," a firsthand account of the difficulties of divorce, offers a rare and refreshing glimpse into the author's world, though in the final lines the reader is corralled back into familiar terrain: "for a long time, the fact that I was divorced was the most important thing about me. And now it's not. Now the most important thing about me is that I'm old." "Journalism: A Love Story" and "Going to the Movies" offer similar heartfelt accounts of a swiftly changing world, yet Ephron's willingness to open up to the reader remains the exception, not the rule. Further, the majority of her Andy Rooney–esque musings lack profundity—e.g., the opening to "The O Word," in which each sentence occupies its own paragraph: "I'm old. I am sixty-nine years old. I'm not really old, of course. Really old is eighty. But if you are young, you would definitely think that I'm old. No one actually likes to admit that they're old. The most they will cop to is that they're older. Or oldish."

Only occasionally reaches emotional depth—seems like a tardy attempt to capitalize on the success of I Feel Bad About My Neck.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307742803
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 11/1/2011
  • Pages: 160
  • Sales rank: 204,188
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.80 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Nora Ephron

Nora Ephron was the author of the bestselling I Feel Bad About My Neck as well as Heartburn, Crazy Salad, Wallflower at the Orgy, and Scribble Scribble. She wrote and directed the hit movie Julie & Julia and received Academy Award nominations for Best Original Screenplay for When Harry Met Sally. . ., Silkwood, and Sleepless in Seattle, which she also directed. Her other credits include the script for the stage hit Love, Loss, and What I Wore with Delia Ephron. She died in 2012.

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I Remember Nothing

And Other Reflections
By Nora Ephron


Copyright © 2011 Nora Ephron
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780307742803

I Remember Nothing

I have been forgetting things for years—at least since I was in my thirties. I know this because I wrote something about it at the time. I have proof. Of course, I can't remember exactly where I wrote about it, or when, but I could probably hunt it up if I had to.

In my early days of forgetting things, words would slip away, and names. I did what you normally do when this happens: I scrolled through a mental dictionary, trying to figure out what letter the word began with, and how many syllables were involved. Eventually the lost thing would float back into my head, recaptured. I never took such lapses as harbingers of doom, or old age, or actual senescence. I always knew that whatever I'd forgotten was eventually going to come back to me sooner or later. Once I went to a store to buy a book about Alzheimer's disease and forgot the name of it. I thought it was funny. And it was, at the time.

Here's a thing I've never been able to remember: the title of that movie with Jeremy Irons. The one about Claus von Bülow. You know the one. All I ever succeeded in remembering was that it was three words long, and the middle word was "of." For many years, this did not bother me at all, because no one I knew could ever think of the title either. One night, eight of us were at the theater together, and not one of us could retrieve it. Finally, at intermission, someone went out to the street and Googled it; we were all informed of the title and we all vowed to remember it forever. For all I know, the other seven did. I, on the other hand, am back to remembering that it's three words long with an "of" in the middle.

By the way, when we finally learned the title that night, we all agreed it was a bad title. No wonder we didn't remember it.

I am going to Google for the name of that movie. Be right back. . . .

It's Reversal of Fortune.

How is one to remember that title? It has nothing to do with anything.

But here's the point: I have been forgetting things for years, but now I forget in a new way. I used to believe I could eventually retrieve whatever was lost and then commit it to memory. Now I know I can't possibly. Whatever's gone is hopelessly gone. And what's new doesn't stick.

The other night I met a man who informed me that he had a neurological disorder and couldn't remember the faces of people he'd met. He said that sometimes he looked at himself in a mirror and had no idea whom he was looking at. I don't mean to minimize this man's ailment, which I'm sure is a bona fide syndrome with a long name that's capitalized, but all I could think was, Welcome to my world. A couple of years ago, the actor Ryan O'Neal confessed that he'd recently failed to recognize his own daughter, Tatum, at a funeral and had accidentally made a pass at her. Everyone was judgmental about this, but not me. A month earlier, I'd found myself in a mall in Las Vegas when I saw a very pleasant-looking woman coming toward me, smiling, her arms outstretched, and I thought, Who is this woman? Where do I know her from? Then she spoke and I realized it was my sister Amy.

You might think, Well, how was she to know her sister would be in Las Vegas? I'm sorry to report that not only did I know, but she was the person I was meeting in the mall.

All this makes me feel sad, and wistful, but mostly it makes me feel old. I have many symptoms of old age, aside from the physical. I occasionally repeat myself. I use the expression, "When I was young." Often I don't get the joke, although I pretend that I do. If I go see a play or a movie for a second time, it's as if I didn't see it at all the first time, even if the first time was just recently. I have no idea who anyone in People magazine is.

I used to think my problem was that my disk was full; now I'm forced to conclude that the opposite is true: it's becoming empty.

I have not yet reached the nadir of old age, the Land of Anecdote, but I'm approaching it.

I know, I know, I should have kept a journal. I should have saved the love letters. I should have taken a storage room somewhere in Long Island City for all the papers I thought I'd never need to look at again.

But I didn't.

And sometimes I'm forced to conclude that I remember nothing.

For example: I met Eleanor Roosevelt. It was June 1961, and I was on my way to a political internship at the Kennedy White House. All the Wellesley/Vassar interns drove to Hyde Park to meet the former first lady. I was dying to meet her. I'd grown up with a photograph in our den of her standing with my parents backstage at a play they'd written. My mother was wearing a corsage and Eleanor wore pearls. It was a photograph I always thought of as iconic, if I'm using the word correctly, which, if I am, it will be for the first time. We were among the thousands of Americans (mostly Jews) who had dens, and, in their dens, photos of Eleanor Roosevelt. I idolized the woman. I couldn't believe I was going to be in the same room with her. So what was she like that day in Hyde Park, you may wonder. I HAVE NO IDEA. I can't remember what she said or what she wore; I can barely summon up a mental picture of the room where we met her, although I have a very vague memory of drapes. But here's what I do remember: I got lost on the way. And ever since, every time I've been on the Taconic State Parkway, I'm reminded that I got lost there on the way to meet Eleanor Roosevelt. But I don't remember a thing about Eleanor Roosevelt herself.

In 1964 the Beatles came to New York for the first time. I was a newspaper reporter and I was sent to the airport to cover their arrival. It was a Friday. I spent the weekend following them around. Sunday night they appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show. You could make an argument that the sixties began that night, on The Ed Sullivan Show. It was a historic night. I was there. I stood in the back of the Ed Sullivan Theater and watched. I remember how amazingly obnoxious the fans were-the teenage girls who screamed and yelled and behaved like idiots. But how were the Beatles, you may ask. Well, you are asking the wrong person. I could barely hear them.

I marched on Washington to protest the war in Vietnam. This was in 1967, and it was the most significant event of the antiwar movement. Thousands and thousands of people were there. I went with a lawyer I was dating. We spent most of the day in a hotel room having sex. I am not proud of this, but I mention it because it explains why I honestly cannot remember anything about the protest, including whether I ever even got to the Pentagon. I don't think I did. I don't think I've ever been to the Pentagon. But I wouldn't bet a nickel on it one way or the other.

Norman Mailer wrote an entire book about this march, called The Armies of the Night. It was 562 pages long. It won the Pulitzer Prize. And I can barely write two paragraphs about it. If you knew Norman Mailer and me and were asked to guess which of us cared more about sex, you would, of course, pick Norman Mailer. How wrong you would be.

Here are some people I met that I remember nothing about:

Justice Hugo Black
Ethel Merman
Jimmy Stewart
Alger Hiss
Senator Hubert Humphrey
Cary Grant
Benny Goodman
Peter Ustinov
Harry Kurnitz
George Abbott
Dorothy Parker

I went to the Bobby Riggs-Billie Jean King tennis match and couldn't really see anything from where I was sitting.

I went to stand in front of the White House the night Nixon resigned and here's what I have to tell you about it: my wallet was stolen.

I went to many legendary rock concerts and spent them wondering when they would end and where we would eat afterward and whether the restaurant would still be open and what I would order.

I went to at least one hundred Knicks games and I remember only the night that Reggie Miller scored eight points in the last nine seconds.

I went to cover the war in Israel in l973 but my therapist absolutely forbid me to go to the front.

I was not at Woodstock, but I might as well have been because I wouldn't remember it anyway.

On some level, my life has been wasted on me. After all, if I can't remember it, who can?

The past is slipping away and the present is a constant affront. I can't possibly keep up. When I was younger, I managed to overcome my resistance to new things. After a short period of negativity, I flung myself at the Cuisinart food processor. I was curious about technology. I became a champion of e-mail and blogs—I found them romantic; I even made movies about them. But now I believe that almost anything new has been put on the earth in order to make me feel bad about my dwindling memory, and I've erected a wall to protect myself from most of it.

On the other side of that wall are many things, pinging. For the most part I pay no attention. For a long time, I didn't know the difference between the Sunnis and the Shias, but there were so many pings I was finally forced to learn. But I can't help wondering, Why did I bother? Wasn't it enough to know they didn't like each other? And in any case, I have now forgotten.

At this moment, some of the things I'm refusing to know anything about include:

The former Soviet republics
The Kardashians
All Housewives, Survivors, American Idols, and Bachelors
Karzai's brother
Every drink invented since the Cosmopolitan
Especially the drink made with crushed mint leaves. You know the one.

I am going to Google the name of that drink. Be right back. . . .

The Mojito.

I am living in the Google years, no question of that. And there are advantages to it. When you forget something, you can whip out your iPhone and go to Google. The Senior Moment has become the Google moment, and it has a much nicer, hipper, younger, more contemporary sound, doesn't it? By handling the obligations of the search mechanism, you almost prove you can keep up. You can delude yourself that no one at the table thinks of you as a geezer. And finding the missing bit is so quick. There's none of the nightmare of the true Senior Moment-the long search for the answer, the guessing, the self- recrimination, the head-slapping mystification, the frustrated finger-snapping. You just go to Google and retrieve it.

You can't retrieve your life (unless you're on Wikipedia, in which case you can retrieve an inaccurate version of it).

But you can retrieve the name of that actor who was in that movie, the one about World War II. And the name of that writer who wrote that book, the one about her affair with that painter. Or the name of that song that was sung by that singer, the one about love.

You know the one.


Excerpted from I Remember Nothing by Nora Ephron Copyright © 2011 by Nora Ephron. Excerpted by permission of Vintage, a division of Random House, Inc.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

I Remember Nothing 3

Who Are You 13

Journalism: A Love Story 17

The Legend 35

My Aruba 48

My Life as an Heiress 51

Going to the Movies 62

Twenty-five Things People Have a Shocking Capacity to Be Surprised by Over and Over Again 68

I Just Want to Say: The Egg-White Omelette 70

I Just Want to Say: Teflon 73

I Just Want to Say: No, I Do Not Want Another Bottle of Pellegrino 77

I Just Want to Say: The World Is Not Flat 81

I Just Want to Say: Chicken Soup 87

Pentimento 88

My Life as a Meat Loaf 99

Addicted to L-U-V 106

The Six Stages of E-Mail 111

Flops 115

Christinas Dinner 122

The D Word 130

The O Word 138

What I Won't Miss 143

What I Will Miss 145

Acknowledgments 147

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Reading Group Guide

The questions, topics for discussion, and suggested books for further reading are designed to enhance your reading group’s discussion of I Remember Nothing.

1. In the title essay, Ephron writes, “ . . . I have been forgetting things for years, but now I forget in a new way” [p.5]. How do the examples she uses capture the difference between her past and present ways of forgetting?

2. Does Ephron’s list of the symptoms of old age mirror your own experiences or things you have observed in older friends or relatives [p.6]?  What other common signs of aging can you think of? How much of what we remember—or forget—is shaped by its relevance to our personal lives and history? What does Ephron’s inability to identify the celebrities in People magazine, for example, reflect about the different interests that naturally develop as we get older? How does this relate to Ephron’s list of what she “refuses to know anything about” [p. 10]?

3. Ephron writes about the start of her career as a writer in “Journalism: A Love Story.”  Does the essay explain the rather unusual subtitle she has chosen?  What does the atmosphere she encountered at Newsweek show about the times? How does Ephron respond to the limitations automatically imposed on her and the “institutionalism of sexism . . . at Newsweek” [p. 23]?  To what extent do lucky breaks and useful connections play a role in the careers of most young people, including Ephron herself? How significant is her background—and her mother’s example—to Ephron’s confidence and drive?

4. “The Legend” offers a colorful portrait of Ephron’s childhood surrounded by Hollywood and literary celebrities, including her mother, a highly successful screenwriter, and the noted New Yorker writer, Lillian Ross.  Discuss the various implications of the title.  What does the anecdote at the heart of the essay, as well as the vignette about her graduation, convey about Ephron’s feelings for her mother? How does she capture the ambivalence experienced by a child of an alcoholic?

5. “My Life as an Heiress” provides more glimpses into the dynamics of Ephron’s family. How does she use humor and exaggeration to explore the relationships among her siblings—and the unexpected and less-than-admirable qualities triggered by the anticipation of an unexpected financial boon?

6. What does “Twenty-five Things People Have a Shocking Capacity to Be Surprised by Over and Over Again” reveal about human nature and our tendency to accept conventional beliefs despite lots of evidence to the contrary? What particular needs, emotions, or prejudices perpetuate our “capacity to be surprised”? Which entries resonated with you? What would you add to her list?

7. “Pentimento” chronicles the rise and fall of Ephron’s relationship with the controversial playwright Lillian Hellman. What qualities, personal and professional, initially make Hellman attractive to Ephron? What does Ephron’s description of their relationship— “‘Friends’ is probably not the right word—I became one of the young people in her life” [p.85]—convey about the way Hellman perceived herself and her importance in the literary community?  Why does Ephron search for reasons to explain her ultimate rejection of Hellman [p. 89]?  What do Ephron’s regrets show about how the passage of time alters our views of the infatuations and disappointments, as well as the missed opportunities, of the past?

8. “The Six Stages of E-Mail” is a very funny chronicle of Ephron’s evolving reactions to e-mail. Do you share her mixed feelings about e-mail and more recent (and, perhaps, more intrusive) technological advances like Facebook and other social networks? Have these new forms of communication made life easier or more complicated? To what extent have they become a less-than-satisfactory substitute for old-fashioned phone calls and face-to-face conversations?   

9. In one of the most moving pieces in the collection, Ephron describes the traditional Christmas dinners she shared with friends for twenty-two years and the changes that occur when Ruthie, one of the participants, dies.  How does the grief the others feel manifest itself? Discuss the repercussions of their attempts to move beyond (or compensate for) her absence, including its affect on the tone of their conversations as they plan the meal; Ephron’s resentment of losing her usual role of providing desserts; the group’s impatience and annoyance with the couple invited as replacements for Ruthie and her husband; and even the inclusion of Ruthie’s recipe for bread and butter pudding.  What does “Christmas Dinner” reveal about the particular pain of losing friends as you get older?

10. Ephron turned her 1980s divorce from Carl Bernstein into the hilarious bestseller Heartburn. In “The D Word” she revisits that break-up and also recounts her divorce from her first husband in the 1970s. What do her accounts of each divorce illustrate about the issues she—and other women of her generation—faced?  What light does she shed on the difficult challenges parents face when contemplating divorce [p. 120]?  Which of her points do you find the most and the least convincing? She describes her second divorce as “the worse kind of divorce” [p. 123].  How do the details she offers provide a sense of the emotional toll of her husband’s deceptions and her reactions to them? 

11. Ephron writes, “The realization that I may only have a few good years remaining has hit me with a real force . . . ” [p. 129]. How do her memories of her younger years inform her feelings of loss and how do they shape her approach to the years to come?

12. Several essays are entitled “I Just Want to Say” and go on to explore a specific topic. What do these pieces have in common? What do they and her short, funny, and to-the-point personal revelations like “My Aruba,” “Going to the Movies,” “Addicted to L-U-V,” and “My Life as a Meatloaf” contribute to the shape and impact of the collection?

13. Reread the lists (“What I Won’t Miss” and “What I Will Miss”) at the end of I Remember Nothing and create your own versions highlighting what you cherish—as well as you’d gladly give up.

14. If you have read I Feel Bad about My Neck, what changes do you see in Ephron’s outlook and perceptions over the course of time between the two books? 

(For a complete list of available reading group guides, and to sign up for the Reading Group Center enewsletter, visit www.readinggroupcenter.com.)

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    The Book is Wonderful; B+N is pushing the envelope to charge this price.

    Everything this woman writes is delightful and I laugh out loud in public places when reading her words. She is brilliant, funny, and so on-point it's as if she is in my head. A terrific read for women (and men) of a certain age. A comment on the ebook cost subject. I pre-bought this book (on reflection, how silly is that) for $13.77. The book is barely 100 pages and I started and finished it last evening. On Amazon, the Kindle version is $9.99 and the actual book is $11.99. I'm not thrilled with B+N right now and have vowed to never, ever pay more than $9.99 again for an ebook.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2012

    Nora Efron is hysterical

    And extremely talented. I enjoy all of her books and movies and completly recommend them!:)

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 15, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    What getting older means

    I really enjoyed I Feel Bad About My Neck and wanted to read this one. I had the chance to check it out as a digital audio book from the library to listen to while running. It almost felt like it went too quickly. This time I couldn't relate quite as much as I could to her last book, there were less essays on purses and everyday things, but it was engaging and fun. I really enjoyed the first section about what she cannot remember and how she will pause and go google the answer and come back to continue. I have days when I am so tired I can't seem to find the word for things, not because I forgot but because so much is already going on in my mind and I can't seem to slow it down. This book reminded me of Joan Didion's latest book too. They are both talking about aging and how it is affecting them and how they see themselves. Nora talks about being old now, not really old which is 80, but 69 and old to young people. We all pick ages that are old, then reach them and then a new age is old. I am pretty sure that Nora mentions Joan Didion's husband in one of the passages as someone who was at an event she went to. One problem I have with non-fiction audio is that when I just hear names I am not as good at remembering them as I am when I read them. Nora's portrait of what it was like to be a writer in the early sixties is something I never thought that much about. How women were the mail sorters and fact checkers while the men got to be writers. I'm glad we've come as far as we have!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 10, 2010


    As usual Nora is nothing short of hilarious. Has you laughing out loud about situations and thoughts all of us experience but don't know how to make sound funny. Really enjoyed it. Great BFF gift for Christmas.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 9, 2012

    A Keeper! I'll read it again (and again!)

    I really enjoyed this collection Nora Ephron's essays are painfully honest . . "chuckle-worthy" . . edgy . . insightful and - most often - downright LOL funny!! Srsly! We're of the same generation, Nora and I; I got it, I thoroughly enjoyed it and I will highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys humor, straight-from-the-hip observations without a hint of self-aggrandizement and Bread and Butter Pudding!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2011


    A wonderful read. It is funny, interesting, and true.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 27, 2012

    A treasure

    This is, as far as I know, the last book published by the late, great Nora Ephron, filmmaker and essayist extraordinaire. I will forever miss the humanity, intelligence, and wit shining through her apparently innocuous conversational pieces on, in this case, getting older. Reading her books, I always felt she was someone I would love to know, and also someone I could learn a lot from.
    Nora became a journalist in an era when women were not very welcome in that profession. She literally worked her way up from the mail room. Her prose, lighthearted at times and wry at others, is always enjoyable, humorous and wise. This book made me want to go back and (re)read all her older work. Thank you, Nora, for the pleasant hours spent reading you.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 18, 2011

    A Quickie

    A simple 2 hour read~ typical Nora book......some things I could easily relate to!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 6, 2011

    Loved it!

    Hilarious, poignant, wonderful!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2010

    I Love Nora Ephron!

    Nora Ephron has a serious way with words. If this book is anything like her last, then reading this book will become a labor of love. In the meantime, I'd also recommend that you buy "When God Stopped Keeping Score." an intimate look at the power of God and forgiveness. Given the chance, it could change your life.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2013

    Would not have purchased this

    I know she recently died and there was much talk about her and her gifts of director and as a writer. I found this book confusing to read and could not follow her story line well.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2013


    Her humor is not the best part of her writing. She does better when she is genuine.

    She has a know-it-all quality to all her books, although she claims to be a wallflower.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 1, 2013

    Hilarious and insightful

    A great, quick read. Nora Ephron entertains with her stories and life lessons told in a funny and entertaining way. Highly recommend this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 2012

    As always, a great read by a great writer!

    Nora Ephron always manages to take everyday happenings and spin them into a fascinating read. I love all of her writing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2012

    Wonderfully witty writing

    Nora Ephron's dry, witty writing will be sorely missed. Her powers of observation in her movies and books are classic. Not everyone can find the amusement in any given situation like she could. If you haven't read her books or seen her movies, by all means, give them a shot. You will look at life differently.

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  • Posted July 27, 2012

    Fun read

    if you love to laugh and read something you can relate to...this is the book! Nora ROCKS!

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  • Posted July 21, 2012

    Will miss her...

    I love everything Nora Ephron has written. She's so HONEST! I love all the things she admits to (I won't ruin the fun by telling them). She is sophisticated, but makes NYC seem like a village. Not everyone likes this urban Zeitgeist, but I love it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2012

    Too short

    Felt cheated too short

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