This is a debut book, but its author is far from being unknown: B.J. Novak was not only a regular and the first cast member on The Office; he was also one of its writers and an executive co-producer. Thus, this collection of sixty witty, riffing stories quickly attracted attention in hip circles, but others soon found it an engaging read for the entire Twitter generation, full of brisk critiques on modern culture, and it soon became a bestseller. And now that it's in trade paperback and NOOK Book, it's time for you to catch up with a viral trend.
One More Thing: Stories and Other Storiesby B. J. Novak
B.J. Novak's One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories is an endlessly entertaining, surprisingly sensitive, and startlingly original debut that signals the arrival of a brilliant new voice in American fiction.
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B.J. Novak's One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories is an endlessly entertaining, surprisingly sensitive, and startlingly original debut that signals the arrival of a brilliant new voice in American fiction.
A boy wins a $100,000 prize in a box of Frosted Flakes—only to discover that claiming the winnings might unravel his family. A woman sets out to seduce motivational speaker Tony Robbins—turning for help to the famed motivator himself. A new arrival in Heaven, overwhelmed with options, procrastinates over a long-ago promise to visit his grandmother. We meet Sophia, the first artificially intelligent being capable of love, who falls for a man who might not be ready for it himself; a vengeance-minded hare, obsessed with scoring a rematch against the tortoise who ruined his life; and post-college friends who try to figure out how to host an intervention in the era of Facebook. Along the way, we learn why wearing a red T-shirt every day is the key to finding love, how February got its name, and why the stock market is sometimes just . . . down.
Finding inspiration in questions from the nature of perfection to the icing on carrot cake, One More Thing has at its heart the most human of phenomena: love, fear, hope, ambition, and the inner stirring for the one elusive element just that might make a person complete. Across a dazzling range of subjects, themes, tones, and narrative voices, the many pieces in this collection are like nothing else, but they have one thing in common: they share the playful humor, deep heart, sharp eye, inquisitive mind, and altogether electrifying spirit of a writer with a fierce devotion to the entertainment of the reader.
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One More Thing
Stories and Other Stories
By B.J. Novak
Random House LLCCopyright © 2015 B. J. Novak
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No One Goes to Heaven to See Dan Fogelberg
Tim, nine years old, leaned next to his grandmother as she lay in her hospital bed. He gently kissed her face around the tubes in her nose.
"I love you, Nana," said Tim. "I promise I'll visit you in heaven."
The next day, Tim's grandmother died.
Sixty-six years after that, Tim died.
The first thing Tim did when he got to heaven was look for his wife.
He was so anxious and excited to find her that he couldn't focus on anything else—not the fact that he had died, not the fact that he was in heaven, and certainly not his grandmother.
"Is Lynn here?" he asked everyone he met. "Yes," they said, but he kept asking. "Is Lynn here?" "Yes," they laughed, "you'll see her in like two seconds!"
And there she was, standing beside a park bench in a spring dress, looking at the same time the way she looked when he had known her last, at the hour of her death just under a year ago, and the way she looked at her very most beautiful, the day he married her, when she was twenty-two and he was twenty-five.
It was a far deeper and sharper moment of first love than the first first moment of first love, because now, not only was he falling in love, but he was falling in love with someone he loved; and while the first time, he also believed he'd be with her forever, he was too young to consider what forever meant.
Now here he was, truly, on the first day of forever.
He kissed her for an eternity, which was fine, because heaven had eternities to burn. Then he kissed her for another.
"It wouldn't have been heaven without you."
He took her hand in his, and they strolled out of the park together.
"Oh, and you gotta remind me," said Tim as they walked. "One of these days I have to visit my grandma. Remind me, okay?"
"Of course!" said Lynn. "I would love to meet her."
But first, they looked up their friends, the ones they had shared for the main length of their life together. They brought to each house a bottle of wine that never emptied, and they visited everyone for hours, laughing late into the night, reminiscing and gossiping about who had died and who hadn't. Then they'd wake up early the next morning, make coffee and French toast, and talk about the friends they had visited and whether or not heaven had changed them.
Next they went to see Tim's parents, who were doing very well and were very happy to see both of them.
"Have you visited Nana yet?" asked his parents.
Not yet, said Tim, but soon.
Next, they visited Lynn's mother.
"You know your father's here," Lynn's mother told Lynn. Lynn was surprised to hear this. "It would be the right thing to visit him."
Tim had never met Lynn's father, but he had heard all about their relationship. Her father abandoned her family when she was thirteen and only saw her once more, when he showed up unannounced at her high school graduation and tried to reconcile, ruining the day for her. She had retaliated by rebuffing him publicly and rudely. She did not want to see him at all, but she could tell it was the right thing to do, and heaven was the kind of place that made you want to do the right thing.
"We'll go together," said Tim. "It'll be fine."
Lynn's father opened the door to his oversized condominium with a huge grin. Of course he would have a condominium in heaven.
"Remember at your high school graduation?" he said. "When you told me to go to hell?"
He smiled like he had been looking forward to saying that line for a long time.
"What a jerk," she said after they left. "Why did they let him in?"
"He must have changed," said Tim.
"And then changed back?"
"Maybe," said Tim. "Who knows how things work here?"
"Well, maybe this is better, because I get to feel mercy, or something. Or close that chapter. Or whatever. I did it. You know?"
"That's a good attitude," said Tim. "And it was the right thing to do. Now you can enjoy heaven with a clear conscience."
The next day, Tim called Nana.
"Nana! It's Tim!"
"Eliza's husband? Oh." She sounded unhappy. "Hi."
"No, Tim Junior. Eliza's son. Timmy! Your grandson!"
"Timmy! Oh, goodness—Timmy, you died? You're just a little boy!"
"No, Nana, I'm all grown up! I'm in my seventies now. Was."
"Oh, thank goodness. I still pictured you as a little boy! How did everything wind up?"
"Well ... there's a lot to cover, Nana! We want to come visit you. I have a wife now—I want you to meet her!"
"Oh, that's wonderful! Wonderful. It will be so wonderful to see you both!"
"When's good?" said Tim.
"When? Oh. Hm." Nana paused. "I have a bunch of stuff next week. I'm seeing some friends, and there's a couple concerts I want to see ... How about next weekend? The weekend after this coming weekend, I mean."
"We would love that. How about Sunday, for dinner? Like old times?"
"Like the Sunday dinners you used to make us, when we were kids."
"Oh. Sure, we could do that. Or we could order in. Lot of options. Let's decide closer to then, okay?"
"Okay, Nana. I love you. I'm so happy I'm going to get to see you!"
"Me, too. I love you, too. See you next Sunday. But not this one—the next one. Bye now."
"Nana sounded odd," Tim said after he hung up. "Or something."
"Maybe she's upset that you didn't get in touch with her before?"
"I don't know," said Tim. "It's hard to tell that stuff over the phone. And also, there's a lot to do here, you know? I hadn't seen you, I hadn't explored heaven—it's not like anyone's going anywhere ..."
"It'll all be better on Sunday," said Lynn. "When we see her."
"You're right," Tim agreed.
On Sunday, Tim called to confirm.
"Nana! It's Tim. Just confirming we'll see you tonight? I'm bringing my wife, Lynn."
"Lynn, my wife. You're going to love her."
"Tim, your grandson. Timmy."
"Timmy! Oh, Tim, gosh, tonight? I'm so sorry, tonight won't work. Can we do next weekend?"
"Sure," said Tim. "I guess."
"Let me look here.... There's something I have to be at on Saturday. And then I'm actually checking out some shows next week—actually, is two weeks okay? A week from next Friday? Can you pencil that in?"
"Sure," said Tim.
"Perfect. I'll see you next Friday! A week from, I mean."
"Okay, Nana. I love you."
"I love you, too!"
A week from Friday, Tim and Lynn showed up at the door of Nana's house. On the door there was a note:
Tim: Tried to call you last minute but no one picked up. So sorry but there's a concert I just had to see with some friends. Won't be back till very late. So sorry. Must reschedule. Talk soon. I love you! Nana
Tim turned to Lynn.
"Am I crazy to take this a little personally, at this point?"
"This is weird," Lynn agreed.
"A concert? Again?"
"Weren't you two close?"
"I thought so. Maybe you're right—maybe she is mad that I didn't contact her before."
"But then why wouldn't she just say it?"
"I don't know. I guess she would have."
"Well, what should we do tonight?" asked Lynn, trying on a smile and finding it fit perfectly. "We're all dressed up, it's a Friday night in heaven ..."
"Yeah. We can go out ourselves, can't we?"
"Want to check out one of those concerts?"
"Sure!" said Tim. "Why should Nana have all the fun?"
Tim and Lynn walked through the streets of heaven at sunset. A breeze blew through the pink-and-purple air. Dogs barked, birds sang. Children with old souls finally laughed lightly. Horses, bicycles, and vintage convertible cars shared the wide streets.
As Tim and Lynn got closer to the center of town, they started walking past posters:
tonight! bo diddley! free!
tonight! bing crosby! free!
tonight! nikolai rimsky-korsakov! free!
"Look at this!" said Lynn. "No wonder your nana's out at concerts every night."
"The Big Bopper!"
"Is this all really free?" asked Lynn.
"Roy Orbison!" Tim pointed to a sign. "Want to check this one out?"
It was transcendent: a private concert and an arena show at the same time. None of the things that had kept them away from live-music events before had made it into heaven. No sweat or aggression in their row. No songs from the new album that the musician was overly sincere about now but would be embarrassed by in a few years. No confusion or pressure as to whether they should sit or stand or dance or put their hands in the air. The sound was impeccable. So was the stage design. They could eat, drink, smoke, make out. They had front-row seats. There were no crowds. They were literally the only people there.
After a few hits, but still at the height of the show, Tim turned to Lynn with an indulgent idea.
"Wanna just check out the next one?" he said.
They went to the stadium next door. It was also a private concert in a giant arena. Just as they walked in, John Denver launched into a blasting rendition of "Take Me Home, Country Roads." When he finished, Tim and Lynn gave a standing ovation.
"This is amazing," remarked Tim.
"I know! It's almost even too perfect," said Lynn. "Like, in a way, I would like it if there were a few people here, a little energy, you know?"
"That could be the motto for heaven," said Tim. "'Almost too perfect.'"
They snuck out to see the next show.
As they kept walking toward the center of the music and arts district, the streets became more and more crowded. They started seeing more of all types of people, occasionally even celebrities. For example, Ricardo Montalban. He was an actor they both recognized from the television show Fantasy Island, but he wasn't being mobbed at all. He almost looked like he wished he would be, or that at least someone would approach him to ask him a question or to pose for a picture. Tim wondered why no one was going up to talk to him and then, to try to figure it out, asked himself the same question—why wasn't he approaching Ricardo Montalban?
Probably because there were more interesting things in heaven than Ricardo Montalban.
It must be hard being Ricardo Montalban in heaven, thought Tim.
As they got within a half mile of the center of the district, Tim and Lynn finally realized why the concerts had been so empty before.
"Look," whispered Lynn. "Look."
elvis presley! live! free!
wolfgang amadeus mozart! live! free!
l. v. beethoven! live! free!
Tim and Lynn stared in awe as people poured by the millions into stadiums bigger than they could have imagined to see the greatest artists not only of their generation but of their entire generation's consciousness.
Hundreds of thousands of people lined up to see Miles Davis; millions to see Tupac Shakur; billions to see Michael Jackson.
"We can see anyone," remarked Tim to Lynn. "We can see anyone, of all time."
It was almost too much to comprehend. It was a good thing they were already used to love, or they might have fainted from the size of the feeling.
They decided on Frank Sinatra, a favorite of both of theirs, and headed into his concert.
It couldn't have been any more of a thrill. Sinatra was at the top of his game. He opened with "The Best Is Yet to Come," and a crowd of seven hundred million chanted along. Then a song they had never heard before—"a new one," Sinatra warned, making everyone nervous—but it was as good as one of the classics, and they had heard it first. Then "My Way." Then "Fly Me to the Moon." Then "New York, New York." Then "One for My Baby."
"Now, here are a few songs whose artists haven't made their way to heaven yet," intoned Sinatra in the same soothing, ever-knowing voice he'd had in life, made even more poignant here, as he stroked the quaintly unnecessary cord of his microphone. "I hope they won't mind me giving you a little preview, keeping the songs warm for them." And then Tim and Lynn took in the soul-expanding sight of Frank Sinatra covering the hits of Bruce Springsteen, Radiohead, Coldplay, and Beyoncé. Heaven cared not for the limits of era.
After five hours and nineteen encores full of more of his own hits, the concert finally drew to a close. Tim kissed Lynn, and she kissed him back. They felt like they were in heaven. They were, of course; but they felt like it, too.
Still, even after all that, they didn't want the show to end, and when they looked down, they realized what was hanging around their necks: backstage passes, all access, VIP.
"Of course," said Lynn. "Of course we have these."
They went backstage. They showed the badges tentatively to the first person they saw in a uniform, who nodded respectfully and walked them to a wide, clean corridor under the stadium. It was a billion-seat stadium, so the hallway was long, but along the way, not a single person second-guessed their right to be there. Tim and Lynn were escorted along the hallway until they were finally left by themselves outside a single, unmarked door.
Tim and Lynn looked at each other.
"Could it be this easy?" asked Lynn.
"It's heaven," Tim said. "No need to guard the door."
Tim knocked, but heard nothing.
He knocked again, harder, and heard nothing.
He tried the knob of the door and found it was unlocked—of course—and swung open easily. And there, leaning casually against a closet door with his eyes half-closed, was Frank Sinatra. And there, on the floor on her knees, was Nana, blowing Frank Sinatra.
"You got to understand something, Timmy," said Nana, glowing and gorgeous and angry and mysterious as she closed her robe with one hand and the door to Sinatra's dressing room behind her with the other. "And it's lovely to meet you ...?"
"Lynn. Tim, Lynn, I'm so happy for you both. And I love you, Timmy, so much. But you have to understand. When I met you, everybody was dead. My husband; two of my kids; my parents, of course; my sister; all of my friends—not everybody, but, yeah, kind of everybody, you know? And I was part dead from it. I didn't know I was at the time. And believe me—I was so happy and grateful for the love I did have in my life, in the form of you and your little sister, whose name escapes me at the moment. Danielle! That was her name, wasn't it? My, what a beauty." Nana smiled at the memory. "She was my ... I loved you all equally, all so much. That love was real. And it still is. And Lynn, welcome to the family." She hugged Tim again and kissed Lynn on the cheek. "Oh, isn't it exciting? Everyone's here. There's so much going on!"
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Star and major contributor of The Office. Expect witty, comedic,! and sometimes tender stories. A good, fun collection of short stories filled with simple life lessons that everyone should heed, but few ever do. You're the man, BJ
This is a wonderfully humorous collection of thoughts and stories, most of which involve unusual twists and viewpoints. For that reason, it is difficult to provide a descriptive review without including spoilers. It would be like reviewing O’Henry without revealing his surprise endings. One cannot do justice to the work with that approach. Now, this is not O’Henry. The stories are somewhat less serious and the characters are less empathetic. But that is not necessarily bad. These stories and characters are from our present age. The people are social networkers who have a more holistic worldview, and they can laugh about themselves with the author and reader alike. And I laughed. For this is a very funny and enjoyable book to read. Even the lesser stories, and some can be no more than a few well written lines, are thought provoking in a light hearted way.
I was familiar with BJ Novak's work as a TV writer and expected more from him. Some stories, Missed Connections and Heaven, were entertaining but the majority fell flat.
We should be allowed to give zeroes. This book is right along with Lena Dunham's Not That Kind of Girl - trying too hard to either be funny or insightful... and failing incredibly at both. All the stories are just like side notes of his thoughts - random and incomplete stories. i hope you didn't waste your money on this.
Hated it! Did the audio version. B.J. Novak is trying to "act" like he is an intellectual and it does not work. Too much profanity just for the sake of it and he was trying to be super creative and it came off as boring and ridiculous. I think he was trying for shock value maybe? Just one person's opinion. I had such high hopes. Also, his voice really gets on your nerves after 9 hours. He should have hired a professional to do the reading.
I read this so quickly! So many of the stories take a turn you don't expect. BJ's such a talented writer, and it's engaging and interesting to hear his various voices and points of views. DEFINITELY recommend!
Loved it. Random, funny, memorable
This book doesn't remind me of any other books I have read. It is also hilarious and clever.
Self-consciously clever, with little substance.
I thought this book was fabulous! It was funny, witty, thought provoking and a little dark. The only thing that kept me from giving a five star rating was that I just didn't enjoy a handful of the stories.
This book is terrible! Could not even finish it.....It was a waste of money! Market scam, do not buy it.
It's difficult to review books (and movies, for that matter) because everybody likes different things. But I was familiar with this author because of his work on "The Office." Personally I found it very funny. In fact, laugh-out-loud funny in places. I had read this after getting it from the library & ordered one from B&N and had it sent to my son. He, also enjoyed it very much. We both have a slightly skewed sense of humor, which probably also contributed to our enjoy- ment.
Thoroughly enjoyed this book and bought a second copy to share with a friend. Highly recommend.
Surprisingly charming read!
I love this book... clever, touching, original. Really funny in an unusual sort of way.
One of the best book of short stories released in the past few years. I looked forward to every story and it never disappointed. This is a must read for anyone, the book delivers life lessons and advice. I was amazed by this book. Everyone must read.
...but I didn't. I was hoping for more of the humor that The Office was known for, but instead, I got profanity and vulgarity...and a bit too much of the word "like" for my taste. Disappointing, I am sorry to say.