Strange Nervous Laughter [NOOK Book]

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You?ll not find six more remarkable characters: a cashier-turnedmotivational speaker, an undertaker with a toenail fetish, a girl wrapped in dreams, a man who communicates with whales, a garbage man with a peculiar sense of smell, and a Guinness Book of World Records representative. When a random holdup at a local grocery brings them together, their once separate lives intertwine in a humorous blend of lyricism, whimsy and wit. This is a rare book about what love does to us, how our lives are changed by being in...
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Overview


You’ll not find six more remarkable characters: a cashier-turnedmotivational speaker, an undertaker with a toenail fetish, a girl wrapped in dreams, a man who communicates with whales, a garbage man with a peculiar sense of smell, and a Guinness Book of World Records representative. When a random holdup at a local grocery brings them together, their once separate lives intertwine in a humorous blend of lyricism, whimsy and wit. This is a rare book about what love does to us, how our lives are changed by being in love—and the odd ways in which we sometimes behave. Up-and-coming novelist McNulty shows herself to be a writer to watch.

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Publishers Weekly

The lives of six people collide in McNulty's magical realism-infused debut set in the South African city of Durban during the hottest summer on record. Beth, a cashier at a small grocery, is on duty when the store is robbed. She and the two customers, Mdu and Meryl, are unharmed but shaken. Soon after the robbery, Beth-who floats when she's happy-begins dating Pravesh, an undertaker who can sense death by a tingling at the back of his knees and heat in his ears. Mdu, who can speak to whales, meets Aisha, who's so caught up in her dreams that reality fails to register. Meryl, an assistant at Guinness World Records, is sent to interview Harry, who is trying to set a world record for eating only green foods. Though the characters fall in and out of love, the novel is not a romance but rather an examination of love, the ways we respond to it and how we delude ourselves about our choices. While the themes may sound weighty, McNulty's light touch and evocative descriptions of Durban make for an absorbing read. (May)

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Kirkus Reviews
A South African debut that tracks six quirky characters, supposedly in search of romance, piles on the charm, magic and whimsy. Cynical Meryl responds to niceness with blistering scorn; undertaker Pravesh senses death and likes to paint corpses' toenails; Mdu can communicate with whales; Aisha is a loner with a life of ritual; Beth, who floats when happy, scares men away by falling in love too hard and fast; and garbage man Harry, who only eats green food, has a smell that attracts broken things and people. There are no easy pairings among this group of odd, damaged singletons whose story starts with a robbery at a grocery store during the hottest summer Durban has ever known. In a drifting social comedy with philosophical overtones, ideas of love are punctured repeatedly by depression, despair, bad smells and worse lovers. Beth and Pravesh's relationship ends when he starts an affair with Meryl. Beth goes on to fame and fortune as a motivational speaker while Pravesh ends up the laughable fan of a pop princess. Mdu and Aisha experience a period of loving rapture until she leaves him, swimming out to sea, and he sails after her. Meryl and Harry become engaged despite her profound misgivings. Strenuous efforts at lightness are impeded by an obtrusive authorial presence and an excess of eccentricity. Agent: Tris Coburn/Tristram C. Coburn Literary Management
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429969628
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 5/12/2009
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • File size: 309 KB

Meet the Author


BRIDGET MCNULTY spends her days writing, reading and drinking tea, and has become an avid blogger. She now lives in Cape Town and works for Real Simple magazine. This is her first novel.


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[Beth]A week later that summer began.A summer so hot it was (almost) all people could talk about.Heat had a personality that summer. And it wasn’t pleasant.

Every morning when she woke up, Beth lifted her blind, looked out the window and said, ‘I wonder which exciting person I’m going to meet today!’Sometimes she lay in bed for a few minutes, imagining various romantic scenarios – a man catching her eye from across Handy Green Grocers, where she still worked, so transfixed that he walked up to her in a lovesmitten daze and asked, ‘Who are you?’; a man who couldn’t bring himself to speak to her because of the depth of his passion, and thus had to slip her little love notes along with the cash he paid for his groceries; a man who lingered outside the supermarket on his way to work every morning, just so that he could stare longingly through the window at her.At the start of that hot summer, Beth had dreamt up thirty-seven different ways that men could ask her out at work.

Pravesh was the first man in real life to actually do it.

He arrived at her house in a hearse, which was perhaps not the best omen for a first date.What was unusual about this particular gentleman, dressed in his best suit (the same suit he wore for funerals) was not so much that he arrived in a hearse, as that he didn’t think it strange. Well, that and the fact that he was wearing a suit on what was, undoubtedly, the hottest day in a decade.Surrounded by the relentless to and fro of death, it was easy to forget that there were others untouched by it; others who did not confront corpses, coffins and grief on a daily basis; others who might, when coming to their front door in a pale pink dress, screech with fright at the sight of a hearse parked in their driveway.Those things did not occur to Pravesh the day he drove to Beth’s house for their first date.Perhaps they should have.Luckily, Beth was a rather forgiving soul who, after the initial shock, quickly forgot about the ghostly apparition of a man in a dark suit standing next to a hearse. She had been nervously waiting for Pravesh to arrive – absentmindedly floating an inch above the ground while looking out the window – so the relief of not being stood up led her to forgive any strangeness on his part.She even tried to joke about it. Beth was good at making jokes; it was her #1 Tool for Attracting Men. (‘Always make them laugh,’ her mother used to tell her. ‘Make them laugh, or make them supper.’) Beth had decided on the former as a rule of thumb — cooking was not her forte. She made Pravesh laugh within the first ten minutes of their date: a good sign. Actually, it was within the first three minutes, as soon as she opened her door and they had exchanged greetings.‘You know,’ Beth said, ‘a friend of mine and his daughter recently went to a funeral parlour to pick out a coffin for her goldfish. “Why is the coffin so big, Daddy?” the little girl asked. “Well, honey,” her father replied, avoiding eye contact, “your goldfish is inside Fluffy, the next-door neighbour’s cat!”’Beth snorted, laughing at her own joke before Pravesh had a chance to.He joined her with a short, sharp bark of a laugh that nonetheless made her eyes shine.


Beth had never been in a hearse before.Perhaps that wasn’t surprising.She stared at it curiously as they walked down the path, taking in the tinted windshield, the pink velvet curtains, and the extra-long rear section to distract herself from the nervous fluttering in her stomach. The outside of the hearse was black, as is customary, but it had large pink letters covering both flanks of the car that read, Frankie’s Funeral Parlour: The Finest Service This Side of Heaven.Following her gaze, Pravesh explained that it was, in fact, one of Durban’s premier funeral parlours, and that his boss had kindly let him borrow the hearse for this special occasion.Beth felt no need to question him – she was happy to be a special occasion.

It seemed like the perfect match: Beth was a self-confessed Saver, Pravesh a Man in Need of Saving.She had a heart too big for her life, and he had a life too big for his heart. Beth often wondered where her enormous capacity for love had come from; what aberrant gene in her had malfunctioned, causing her to always, always give too much. Little did she remember a certain Friday evening in the hot summer of her fourteenth year: at a school disco, being ignored by all the boys because she was slightly overweight, spotty, and dressed in a rather unflattering jeans and T-shirt combo. She felt ugly. She was unhappy. She overheard Tom du Plessis, the boy she was quietly, desperately in love with, saying to his friend, ‘I just don’t know how to talk to Andrea, she’s so hot!’And instead of fleeing to the bathroom and crying behind a locked door for the rest of the night, Beth decided to help Tom woo Andrea, even though it felt like weighing her shoes down with concrete.So, you see, it was not so much an aberrant gene, as a conscious decision.Her reasoning – subconscious though it was at the time – was that boys would like her more if she helped them; if she could make other people happy, it would make her happy.Over a decade later, Beth’s motivation hadn’t changed.

In many ways, Beth was still stuck at that disco. Somehow, she still couldn’t figure out why loving intensely — instead of drawing men towards her like a magnet — always scared them away. Magazine psychologists, love doctors, talk show hosts, and readers of romance novels worldwide knew exactly why, of course. They had (all, collectively) majored in Female Saviour Instinct; they had written master’s dissertations on it, and had given lectures on the prevailing need of twenty-first-century women to Save Men.This was easy stuff: Beth scared men away because she fell in love too hard, too fast, and insisted on constructing elaborate relationship fantasies in her head. Her sense of self was dramatically subverted for the benefit of the male of the species, and she relied too heavily on the necessity of a relationship in the construction of her identity. She also had a startlingly vivid imagination, and had spent many years watching romantic comedies. All of this blended together to produce a heady concoction called Beth’s Recurrent Destructive Relationship Pattern (as those in the know would call it).Those out of the know called it ‘that thing she always does’. Time after time Beth would see a man from afar, or meet him casually, and something in his manner, or look, or speech (or lack of manner/look/speech) would endear him to her.After even the briefest, most fleeting of encounters, Beth instantly layered her unwitting prey with everything she ever wanted in a lover, coated him with her romantic dreams and desires, and dressed him up as Prince Charming (tailor-made, of course). He would be funny, caring, sweet and loving, intelligent, witty, sensitive and spiritual, phenomenal in bed, endlessly thoughtful in everyday life, and – of course – smitten with her.

And then they’d go on their first date.

During that first date, Beth would pounce on certain key phrases to prove her fantasies were grounded in reality.‘I also like drinking tea,’ translated seamlessly into, ‘We have everything in common and will probably never fight.’When he said, ‘I once thought about getting a puppy,’ she heard, ‘I’m ready to settle down and start having kids.’‘What would you like for dessert?’ really meant, of course, ‘I will devote my life to making you happy.’After they got to know each other a little bit, Beth would fall madly, deeply, hopelessly in love (the second date). This happened on every second date, regardless of whether the man was a catch or a dud or an unutterable bore; or maybe even potentially dangerous. The object of Beth’s deep love would be (hopefully) somewhat intrigued by her, but (naturally) alarmed by her ardour so early on.This was (usually) where their paths diverged.If this week’s Prince Charming was a fairly normal, mildly issued man who enjoyed her spirit, but found the intensity of a whole evening of constant talking a little overwhelming, he fled as quickly as his golden boots could carry him; pausing only when he found a cool, calm and collected girl who might someday deign to like him, but nothing more.None of that emotional nonsense.If, however, he was complex, depressed, heavily issued and near-suicidal, the Prince Charming inevitably saw sweet Beth as his guiding light – finally The One who could change his life/pay his bills/cook his supper and generally get him back on track. Like a mom but with sex. And once this Prince Charming-in-disguise reached the back-on-track state (no longer suicidal, no longer socially inept) and had entirely sapped Beth of all her energy and will to live — after she allowed him to unload every doubt and insecurity onto her – she would be unceremoniously dumped.Every time.But Beth refused to get bitter about it, refused to admit defeat in the face of overwhelming evidence that each time she found a new Love it ended, and she recovered. She kept the candle of hope burning, and even though the flame wavered dangerously at times, Beth vowed never to grow cynical.This is not to say that she didn’t sometimes feel a little used. Beth was no idiot; she saw the furtive looks her friends gave each other when she said she was in love (again), noticed the false enthusiasm her siblings tried to muster when she gushed, picked up on the resigned tone her mom had started to use whenever Beth phoned in tears. But she just couldn’t help it: each time she met a new man it felt like waking up to a new morning, a whole new day.A whole new set of circumstances.Or so Beth thought.

The trajectory of these doomed love affairs was fairly easy to follow, thanks to a little ‘condition’ Beth had had since birth. She floated when she was happy. Not high up in the air, not enough to notice unless you were staring at her, but definitely with her feet above the ground. Every time she met The One, she started floating, and usually stayed in a happily floating state until he started dumping on her, at which point she came back to earth with a thud.Each of Beth’s short-lived relationships followed this rainbow-like arc, with no pot of gold at the end.Beth sometimes felt a little tired by the constant merry-go-round of emotions these relationships kept her on, sometimes wondered if she couldn’t perhaps hop off and sit on a bench for a while, catching her breath. But whenever she reached that level of reasoning — the maybe-I-don’t- need-a-boyfriend level – she found herself gripped by a panic so intense that it left her breathless.Those thirty-second panic attacks always centred on the same scene: Beth, at thirty-five, single, overweight, smoking heavily and drinking glass after glass of red wine in a bar, on her own, until her teeth turned red. The fact that she neither smoked nor drank red wine made no difference to the scenario. And logically, sure, Beth knew that you didn’t have to have one boyfriend after the other just to ensure you were never alone. But whenever she thought about being single for longer than a few weeks, she got that sick feeling that maybe, somehow, if she got off the merry-go-round it would speed up and leave her behind, and she wouldn’t be able to get on again until all the good men were taken.And then she’d be right back there in that bar, drinking wine, smoking, with ghoulishly outlined teeth.This very real fear trapped Beth in a continuous state of checking-out.Wherever she went she kept her eyes peeled for eligible guys.In Handy Green Grocers.In the dentist’s waiting room.At the Blood Donor Centre (he had to be a good guy if he was willing to donate blood).Over piles of cantaloupes in Fruit & Veg City.Walking on the beach.Walking down the road.Even walking down the aisle on Sundays, at the church she occasionally popped into to see if there were any new male converts.Beth was constantly checking out men.It was exhausting.

And often hopeless. Take last week, for example – even as Beth pleaded for her life, and sobbed her way through the robbery, she couldn’t help noticing the tall, dark, handsome man’s eyes on her, and briefly wondered whether he was staring at her because she was hysterical, or because he was somehow attracted to her.She so hoped it was the latter.All in all, by the time Beth had a gun held to her head and realised she was not quite ready to die, she was in trouble.Big trouble.Stuck on a highway to disaster and heading for a crash.Which made the pink-dress-black-hearse-moment a lot more significant.STRANGE NERVOUS LAUGHTER. Copyright © 2007 by Macmillan Publishers
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  • Posted April 7, 2009

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    a profound yet whimsical character study

    The city of Durban like all of South Africa is suffering from the blistering heat with temperatures breaking records almost every day; there appears no break in the sweltering record setting summer. Tempers already are frayed when a robbery occurs at a small mom and pop grocery. No one is hurt as cashier Beth and two customers Mdu and Meryl cooperate with the robber. Afterward the somewhat traumatized trio feels good to be alive-----------------------

    Each moves on past the incident. Beth floats when she is euphoric and currently rises high as she is elated with dating undertaker Pravesh in spite of his toe nail fetish; helping him in his occupation is he knows when the Grim Reaper is coming by a tingling sensation behind his knees and heat burning up his inner ears. Mdu, who communicates with whales, meets Aisha, who ignores reality as an unnecessary intruder while somewhat living inside her dreams. Guinness World Records sends assistant Meryl to obtain information on Harry, who seems on the verge of breaking the record for dining green.---------------

    STRANGE NERVOUS LAUGHTER is a profound yet whimsical character study that takes a deep look at what is love and how we behave when we believe we are in love. Each of the key characters are fully developed so that the reader accepts their musings and misbehavior due to their conviction they are in love; they act out of character when they feel that way. Thus the audience obtains a powerful analysis of love inside an amusing tale as the cast members tend to delude themselves that this is the one and act eccentric and quirky while under love's magical spell. Bridget McNulty provides an excellent contemporary tale that brings South Africa to life while insisting love's behavior is universal.------------------------

    Harriet Klausner

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