Mortified

Mortified

by David Nadelberg
Mortified

Mortified

by David Nadelberg

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Overview

Share the shame.

In the days before blogs, teenagers recorded their lives with a pen in top-secret notebooks, usually emblazoned with an earnest, underlined plea to parents to keep away. Since 2002, David Nadelberg has tapped that vast wellspring of adolescent anguish in the stage show Mortified, in which grown men and women confront their past with firsthand tales of their first kiss, first puff, worst prom, fights with mom, life at bible camp, worst hand job, best mall job, and reasons they deserved to marry Simon LeBon.

Following the same formula that has made the live show a beloved cult hit, Mortified the book takes real childhood journals and documents and edits the entries into captivating, comedic, and cathartic stories, introduced by their now older (and allegedly wiser) authors. From letters begging rescue from a hellish summer camp to catty locker notes about stuck-up classmates to obsessive love that borders on stalking, Mortified gives voice to the real -- and really pathetic -- hopes, fears, desires, and creative urgings that have united adolescents for generations.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781416948728
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Publication date: 11/28/2006
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 420
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Mortified is the creation of David Nadelberg--a writer/producer/angstologist living in Los Angeles, the official town of public humiliation. Since 2002, he has sifted through hundreds of journals belonging to strangers and edited them into comedic pieces. He has written and produced numerous TV pilots for places UPN, VH1 and Comedy Central that were so amazing, they never even aired.

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Unhappy Camper

Adam Gropman

Growing up in a suburb close to Boston, I was a real city kid -- a homebody. I mean, I left the house to ride my bike around or hang out with my friends, but I preferred to stay within like a one-mile radius if I could help it. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

When I turned ten, my parents decided to toughen me up. They sent me to a rustic summer camp in Vermont for two months. The place had no electricity, no running water. The cabins had only three walls. And campers were strongly encouraged to swim naked, as the native Indians had. It was like a POW camp for kids whose only crime was growing up in the liberal suburbs.

The following is some correspondence from that summer between myself and my parents.

July 1, 1976 (First Day)

Dear Mom & Dad,

I am fine. Today I tried the swimming test. I only made it across the docks two times. Dinner is great here!

P.S. I made a lot of friends and one especially named Peter.

July 5, 1976

Dear Mom and Dad camp is good!

And the food is great! Also, when I said I only did two laps between docks, I did four . . . and I practiced to do six!

P.S. I'm kind of homesick so please visit as soon as you can.

July 10, 1976

Dear Adam:

Boy did we love your letter!! We read it to everybody!! I am proud of your swimming improvement. It sounds like you must be a dock swimmer by now. We are having a feud with the squirrels because they are eating the peaches.

Love and kisses, Mom.

ADULT ME SAYS

My dad then added a little drawing and wrote, "Have you seen Irving the Duck?"

July 11, 1976

Mom + Dad,

I have a very bad cold and I feel very sick. This is what's wrong. I have a bad sore throat. My nose and sinus are very stuffy. I have awful headaches. I feel very weak. Everybody, except for two people in this cabin, are assholes. Right at this moment, while I'm writing this letter, someone's teasing me and saying I'm faking to be sick.

I also lost my knife and my flashlight still doesn't work.

Later That Night

Dear Mom + Dad,

I can't hack camp any longer. I'm going to have a screaming mental fit. By the way, what I mean by "take me out of this camp" is come up here in the car and take me HOME! I hate this goddamn cabin. I want to see our house and sleep in my nice, comfortable bed and sleep till 10:30 instead of waking up at 7:00!

July 13, 1976

Dear Adam:

I guess you have gone through some sad and difficult days. I think it would be better for you NOT to worry about your clothes and flashlight and things. As Alfred E Neuman says: "Why worry?"

Maybe when you are really angry at the world, you could go to some private place in the woods . . . and cry about it (that's good) or yell at the trees (they won't mind). And when you come back from hollering and hitting the ground with a stick, you won't feel angry.

Love, Mom

July 16, 1976

Dear Mom and Dad,

Camp is shitty and boring. Everything's been going wrong. Such as:

Jason borrowed my red short-sleeved shirt and lost it.

My flashlight (still) isn't working.

I got a cut on my penis when I flunked my canoe test.

I'm very homesick. I wish you could arrange so I can only stay 1 month instead of 2.

ADULT ME SAYS

What I left out from that list was that Eddie, the kid in the bunk bed over me, had accidentally dropped toothpaste down on me and then dropped a candle, which lit my blanket on fire.

July 14, 1976

Dear Adam,

I'm sorry that you hurt your penis. Does it still bother you?

Love-Dad

July 19, 1976

Dear Mom + Dad,

I fuckin' can't stand this bastard camp! You better goddamn listen to this letter or I'm going to scream! And as a matter of fact, I already screamed my ass off at everybody in this cabin today. I don't goddamn understand why you don't believe that I'm having a conniption! Now I know you hate my guts, because if you liked me, you wouldn't torture me. Come up here on Saturday the 24th. If you send me one more of those crap letters, I'll rip it up and burn it.

July 21, 1976

Dear Adam:

Did you get the comics? Things around here are pretty boring.

Love, Mom

July 26, 1976

Dear Mom and Dad,

I can't stand it anymore!!! All the kids in my cabin hate me! They steal and wreck up my things! I can't escape it! I want . . . to go . . . KILL MYSELF!!!!

July 28, 1976

Dear Adam,

Yesterday Garth, Willie and Peter said "glub glub" when I added water to their tank. Chi Chi and Bianco are fine. The red efts are doing well. That's all for now.

Love,

Daddy

July 29, 1976

Dear Mom,

I'm . . . going . . . CRAZY. Camp is shitty and everybody in the whole camp hates me! How can I take 29 more days?

Aug 1, 1976

Dear Adam,

Think about something . . . you feel really good about. And then before you know it, you won't feel like a Gloomy Gus anymore!

Mom

ADULT ME SAYS

Less than a week after my parents finally came and pulled me out nearly a month early, we received a letter from the camp owners. It was dated the day after I left the camp. The letter informed all parents that due to an accident wherein a camper was playing with matches, a fire quickly spread and burned two cabins to the ground. One of those cabins was mine. And that kid? It was Eddie, my bunkmate from before. The letter went on to explain that campers were now sleeping in the dining room and that any and all donations would be gladly accepted during this unfortunate and challenging time.

So you tell me: sheltered, elementary school cry-baby pussy, or sensitive ten-year-old prophet?

Copyright © 2006 by David Nadelberg


Table of Contents


CONTRIBUTORS:




Alexa Alemanni

Rewriting Romance



Carolyn Waddle Almos

London Calling



Anne Altman

Passing Notes



Anonymous

Bad Advice



Brandy Barber

Brandy vs. the World



Sara Barron

The Porn



Cheryl Calegari

The Chanel Memos



Qraig de Groot

Don't Feed the Fat Kid



Hayley Downs

Pioneer Prayers



Maggie Fine

The Invisible Maggie Fine



Lori Fowler

The Cotton Club



Jon Friedman

I Have a Dream



Jake Goldman

Pumpmaster and Smooth Boyz



Lori Gottlieb

The Rodeo Drive Diet



Stacey Grenrock Woods

Message from the Margins (pt. 1)



Jillian Griffiths

Duran Duran Fan Fiction



Kirsten Gronfield

The Missionary Imposition



Kirsten Gronfield

Letter to My Future Self



Adam Gropman

Unhappy Camper



Abby Gross

Message from the Margins (pt.2)



Mathew Harawitz

In Like



Brianna Jacobson

The Grass Is Always Seth Greener



Sharone Jelden

Dawn of the Boy-Girl Party



Sharone Jelden

Cheap Jew



Anne Jensen

Gotta Have a (Boy) Friend Named Jesus



Blaise K

Taxicab Confessional



Neil Katcher

Problem Child



Christina Kerby

An Olympic-Size Love



Jennifer Kirmse

Horace Hears a Ho



Krista & Keleigh Lanphear

The Challenger Song



Scott Lifton

Stalking Mandy Moskovitz



Gabriel Lopez

Bully Pulpit



Jennifer McDonnell

Twisted Sister



Rylan Morrison

My First



Vanessa Murdock

Blockhead



David Nadelberg

Unsent Love Letter



Will Nolan

I Hate Drake



Niya Palmer

Fight the Power



Mark Phinney

Mark Interrupted



Retta

Geek Triumphant



Sascha Rothchild

Camp Letters



Sascha Rothchild

Miami Vices



Giulia Rozzi

Guido Love



Jami Rudofsky

The Unholy Land



Stephen Scaia

Dear Mr. Belvedere



Ari Scott

The Young (& the Restless) Republican



Victoria Scroggins

Courting Catholic Guilt



William Seymour

The Guiding Liza



Michael Stern

Wackies



Maria Victoria Suozzo

Jesus, John, and Hurricane Gloria



Law Tarello

Law of the Land



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