From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Running with Scissors comes Augusten Burroughs's most provocative collection of true stories yet. From nicotine gum addiction to lesbian personal ads to incontinent dogs, Possible Side Effects mines Burroughs's life in a series of uproariously funny essays. These are stories that are uniquely Augusten, with all the over-the-top hilarity of Running with Scissors, the erudition of Dry, and the breadth of Magical Thinking. A collection that is universal in its appeal and unabashedly intimate, Possible Side Effects continues to explore that which is most personal, mirthful, disturbing, and cherished, with unmatched audacity. A cautionary tale in essay form. Be forewarnedhilarious, troubling, and shocking results might occur.
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About the Author
Augusten Burroughs is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Running with Scissors, Sellevision, Dry, and Magical Thinking. A film version of Running with Scissors was adapted for the screen by Ryan Murphy. Augusten has been named one of the fifteen funniest people in America by Entertainment Weekly. He lives in New York City and western Massachusetts.
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The first time I was star-struck, the object of my affection was a glamorous Eastern Airlines stewardess. She had towering blond hair, frosted blue eyelids, and was well into her twenties. I was eight. We were thrown together when my parents put me on a flight by myself to Lawrenceville, Georgia, to visit my wealthy grandparents.
"I call them by their first names, Jack and Carolyn," I told her with pride. "They're my father's parents. And my grandmother wears lots of jewelry, just like you."
"Aren't you precious?" the flight attendant said.
I smiled because I loved the name, precious. It reminded me of precious stones like rubies and emeralds and diamonds. And even semiprecious stones, like onyx, which was the black stone men wore, and the ugliest one of all.
The flight attendant returned to the kitchen, and I looked out the window, happy to see the mundane "North" pass by, far below me. As the only member of my family for generations born above the Mason-Dixon line, I was fascinated by the impossibly exotic South.
Like, instead of dirty, gray squirrels, my grandparents had Technicolor peacocks on their lawn. And while we got hateful blizzards in the winter, my grandparents got yet more sunshine. I found it impossible to believe that snow did not cover the world but here was proof.
Though this became an annual trip for me, my grandfather traveled a lot, so I never spent much time with him. And he was gruff, so when he was around I was frightened and avoided him.
But my grandmother spent every minute with me. And I adored her.
Carolyn was blond and wore minks. She had gigantic jade and diamond rings on nearly every finger. And a gold charm bracelet that made a soft tinkle sound when she waved her hands in the air. At night, she slipped into a nightgown with fur trim along the neck and at the hem. And even her slippers had high heels. I thought she was beautiful, like a movie star.
Only when she leaned in very close to me and I saw through her thick pancake makeup to the deep lines beneath did I become slightly alarmed. Old people had always scared me a little. And while my grandmother certainly wasn't old from a distance, she seemed brittle when you looked at her very closely. Sometimes when she kissed me on the forehead at night, I flinched, worried a piece of her might chip off and stick to me.
The summer I turned seven the tooth on my upper left side became loose. And I spent the afternoon worrying it with my finger.
"Honey, just let that tooth come out all on its own accord. Don't force it before it's ready," my grandmother said.
"But Carolyn, it's almost ready. It's just about to come out."
"Well, sweetie. Just let it be. It'll come out. And then do you know what to do?" she asked.
We were sitting on iron garden chairs in her glass sunroom. I was watching television and Carolyn was paging through a mail-order catalogue, licking her fingers and then dog-earring the corners of certain pages.
"Do when?" I said.
"Do you know what to do when your tooth falls out?" she asked, smiling at me.
I didn't understand what she was asking me. Was there something I had to do?
"Call the police?" I guessed.
She laughed in her gentle, though somewhat mischievous way. "No, you don't call the police, silly. Don't you know about the Tooth Fairy?"
"Honey," she said, now concerned. She placed her catalogue on her lap and leaned forward. "The Tooth Fairy? You know about the Tooth Fairy. How could you not? You're seven years old. Surely, you know about the Tooth Fairy."
I felt bad, like I'd done something wrong. "No," I said in a small voice.
My grandmother explained. "Goodness gracious. I knew your mother was an odd bird, but I had no idea she was raising you in a cave in that godforsaken New England."
I wondered if my mother knew about a cave someplace. And if we could go there when I went back home.
"The Tooth Fairy is a fairy, like Tinkerbell? You know Tinkerbell, don't you?"
I did know Tinkerbell. The irritating cartoon insect. "Yes," I said. "I know that thing." I frowned.
"Well, the Tooth Fairy is like Tinkerbell. And whenever you lose a tooth, you place it under your pillow at night before you go to bed. And then the Tooth Fairy slips into your room and takes your tooth away. And leaves some money in its place, right there under your pillow. Real money, sweetheart. That you can spend on whatever you like."
I was horrified.
I imagined that creepy bug woman with her devil wand, sneaking into my bedroom at night while I was sleeping, and taking my teeth and leaving things under the pillow that shouldn't be there. Cash, which my father said was very limited. And something I knew I shouldn't have.
"Carolyn, is this real?" I asked, because I just couldn't believe it.
She smiled, then laughed as she set the catalogue on the floor next to her feet. "Baby, yes of course it's real. The Tooth Fairy is real for every child."
And I thought, why hadn't somebody warned me about this? Why hadn't any of my friends ever talked about this horrible bug that comes into your bedroom and takes your teeth?
I immediately stopped fiddling with my tooth. I tried to press it back in place.
That night, Carolyn tucked me into bed. "Open your mouth," she said.
She leaned forward. "Oh, you've still got your tooth! That means the Tooth Fairy won't come tonight. But"--and her eyes became wide--"maybe tomorrow!" The skin around her mouth was cracked and her lipstick was bleeding into the lines around her lips. Suddenly, she seemed extremely scary.
After she left, I got out of bed and checked the windows again. They were locked. But could it enter the room any other way?
I went to the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom and I grabbed all the towels, rolling them into tubes and then placing them in front of the crack under the door. I didn't know how strong the Tooth Fairy was, but I knew an ordinary insect wouldn't be able to move those towels.
Then I climbed back into bed and prayed to Jesus.
At this point, I wasn't sure where I stood, Jesus-wise.
Although my parents never attended church or mentioned Jesus except when they screamed at each other--and then they used his full name, "Jesus Fucking Christ"--they did explain that he was a man who lived in the sky and granted wishes to certain people. People he liked.
So I prayed. "Dear Jesus. Please keep It out of my room. I promise, promise, promise that I will be honest and very nice to everybody and I love my mother and my father and brother and all my relatives here and over in Cairo, Georgia, and I love everybody that I know and even people I don't know now but will know someday. And I promise everything. But please keep It out of my room and away from me. Thank you, Jesus Fucking Christ."
Somewhat relieved, but not altogether certain I was safe, I eventually drifted to sleep.
Only to awaken that next morning seeing a smear of blood on the cream satin pillowcase. And there, right under my shoulder near the pillow, my tooth, bloody and with a horrible dark root-thing attached.
I began to cry. I got out of the bed as fast as I could and looked closer at the pillowcase. It was blood all right. And a lot of it. And that was my tooth. And it didn't look smooth and pretty. But weird and awful and out of my mouth.
I ran into the bathroom to look at my face and there, in the corner of my mouth, more blood.
I cried harder.
I ran back to the bedroom and lifted up the pillow, to see where the money was. But there was nothing, just the tooth and another streak of blood.
I didn't even put my pants on. I just ran downstairs in my underwear, sobbing, looking for Carolyn.
"Baby, baby, what is the matter?" she said. She was in the kitchen, standing at the sink, draping a paper towel over the length of dental floss she had strung between the two cabinets. My grandmother always rinsed her paper towels and used them again. Even though my grandparents lived in a mansion that my mother called "half the damn size of Georgia."
She turned the water off and dried her hands hastily on her apron. She bent down. "Sweetness, what is the matter? You stop that crying right now. What happened?"
For lack of words, I opened my mouth, showed her the black hole. The pit, that ached and tasted metallic, like blood.
She inhaled. "Oh! Look at you! Big boy!"
I said, "It came and It knocked my tooth out and then It left and there's blood everywhere and I don't know how It got in and I prayed to Jesus but It came anyway."
And then I cried some more.
My grandmother stroked my head. "There, there, baby. It's okay, it's okay. What are you fussing about? What came? What it?"
"That Tooth Fairy. It came and took my teeth and I looked but there wasn't anything under the pillow, like you said. It didn't give me money. It just took."
My grandmother sighed. "Well, baby. Sometimes, the Tooth Fairy, she gets the date wrong. You know what I mean? You know how sometimes you get mixed up and you have to do something at school? Only you forget which day? And so you don't do it?"
I had no idea what she was talking about. I just knew I wanted to get on the first Eastern Airlines jet home.
"Listen, it's okay," she said, leading me by the arm out of the kitchen and into her bedroom.
"You sit yourself right down here," she said, tapping the soft, thick comforter on the bed.
Then she walked across her room and got her purse. She pulled out her wallet, showing me. "See? See, baby? I think the Tooth Fairy must have put your money in here. By mistake." Then she pulled out a fifty. "See! Look at this!" she cried, lifting the crisp bill out of her wallet and placing it in my hand. "This was meant for you, sugar. For you! The Tooth Fairy, she made a little error. It can happen to anyone, even a fairy. She made a little mistake and she put your money into my wallet. Imagine that!"
I took the money and looked at it. It looked just like regular money except something was different.
"It's a fifty, sweetie. Do you know what that means?"
I did know what that meant. I knew exactly what that meant. I got an allowance and that was a one. This was the same size as the one, but you could buy fifty times more things with it.
"Are you sure I'm supposed to have this?"
"I am absolutely sure," she said. "The Tooth Fairy just had the wrong tooth. And I think I know what confused her so much," my grandmother said.
Then she reached into her mouth and pulled out all of her teeth, all at once, even her gums.
And I couldn't breathe.
She smiled and gummed the words, "I lothed my eeth, ooo!"
Copyright © 2006 by Island Road, LLC. All rights reserved.
Reading Group Guide
About this Guide
The following author biography and list of questions about Possible Side Effects are intended as resources to aid individual readers and book groups who would like to learn more about the author and this book. We hope that this guide will provide you a starting place for discussion, and suggest a variety of perspectives from which you might approach Possible Side Effects.
1. In her New York Times review of Possible Side Effects, Janet Maslin writes that "somewhere along the way to his fourth autobiographical volume, Augusten Burroughs changed from a guy with a story to tell into a guy with a knack for telling stories." What do you think she means? Do you agree? What makes a good storyteller? Can you name any other writers with a similar talent for making the incidental interesting and/ or humorous?
2. As the twenty-five essays in Possible Side Effects shift back and forth in time, how are Burroughs' preoccupations different before and after becoming a famous writer? In what ways are they the same?
3. On page 20, Burroughs' writes: "I am prone to envy. It is one of my three default emotions, the others being greed and rage. I have also experienced compassion and generosity, but only fleetingly and usually while drunk, so I have little memory." Do you think Burroughs is being completely serious? How might essays like "Killing John Updike" and "Little Crucifixions" both prove and refute Burroughs' statement? Why is Burroughs's self- assessment both striking and funny?
4. "Many people assume I have a ‘funny and charming' self," Burroughs states in his essay "Team Player" after being invited to speak publicly at colleges and universities. "Many people are wrong" [p 36]. Does this confession surprise you? Where do you think it would be most fun to hang out with Burroughs: a redneck rodeo, a Jean Paul Gautier fashion show, or the Westminster dog show? Why? What, if anything, do you think you can know about a writer's personality from his or her work?
5. Considering the essays "The Sacred Cow," "Fetch" and "Kitty Kitty," how does Burroughs view dogs? If you have pets, would you trust them with him? What about his brother? Why do you think some people find the company of animals preferable to humans?
6. Based on "GWF Seeks Same" and "Getting to No You," do you think Burroughs would make a good host of a reality television dating show? When placing an internet ad, about what do you think it is most acceptable to lie: age, weight or income? Who do you think has the best odds when it comes to internet dating: men, women, gays or straights?
7. Reviewing his pre-celebrity resume in the essays "Mint Threshold," "Taking Tests, Taking Things," "Unclear Sailing," and "Druggie Debbie," what do you think would have become of Burroughs had he never become a successful writer? Do you he would have returned to advertising and become a bitter alcoholic, taken to the streets and become boozed-out beggar, or carved out a sober and rewarding career in some other profession?
8. Recalling his experiences in "Attacked by Heart," "The Wisdom Tooth," "Peep," "You've Come a Long Way, Baby," and "Little Crucifixions," with which of Burroughs' numerous compulsions and neuroses do you most identify? Do you think being a celebrity allows you to get away with being more eccentric? Why? If you were a celebrity, what eccentricity would you like to cultivate?
9. Do "Try Our New Single, Black Mother Menu" and "Mrs. Chang" reinforce or challenge stereotypes? Why? Do you think it's possible to talk honestly and humorously about race and not offend anyone? How do some food or retail chains in your area cater to certain demographics?
10. In "Pest Control" and "The Georgia Thumper," how does Burroughs view his two grandmothers? If you could magically make any of your relatives disappear, would you? Which ones? Can you recall any nonrelatives you knew while growing that you wished were part of your family? Why?
11. How does Burroughs use humor to address the subject of mental illness in "The Forecast for Sommer," "The Wonder Boy," and "Julia's Child"? Does finding the comedy in such situations make those stories more accessible and emotionally affecting to readers? Why? Do you think "Julia's Child" is a good essay with which to end the book?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I purchased this book as a gift for someone,and was told it was absolutely hilarious.They read the entire thing in one day,as it was impossible to put down. Can't wait to read it myself. I have read several other books by Augusten Burroughs, and have enjoyed each one. Always an exquisite journey.
The author is hysterically funny! Love his perspective on people, his life, mother, trips and everything else. You have to read it. I would love to meet him someday.
Really enjoyed Magical Thinking. This was a disappointment compared to it.
This book is a collection of essays/short stories/memoirs surrounding the early childhood, of the author. Reviews had this book as being hilarious especially when read on audio by the author. This is the version that I checked out of the library. It missed with me. The stories are told in reverse chronological order which is a little strange - going from successful relationships to a loner; non-smoking Alcoholic in AA to a smoking drinker; gay relationship to young man looking at girls; The tales included telling of when he was a child, his reluctance to visit one grandmother (evil) after visiting the other (good) (If one of my grandmothers had a tooth fairy that gave $50 per tooth, I 'd think that the other was evil too.), spending over $600 a month on Nicorette gum when he quit smoking, and a crush on a female doctor as a child. A few of the short stories are extremely entertaining but the entire book wasn't worth its reviews that were raves. (IMHO)
I kept laughing so much I had to stop reading and tell my husband what was going on!
Uneven but still some very funny stories.
Another book of essays by the witty and unconventional author, dealing with a wide variety of (mis)adventures. For some reason, he set this book up backwards - beginning with stories from his loving, adult relationship and ending with tales from his unconventional childhood. Essays include receiving $50 from the tooth fairy while visiting his favorite grandmother, to being horrible rude to his other "evil" grandmother, being an alcoholic and adopting a puppy, spending more money on Nicorette gum then on rent, traveling to a creepy doll themed inn, and a little bit about his mother's psychosis. Some of the essays are funny, some are sad (grandmother, and puppy), some left me confused as to who this guy really is. I have yet to read Running with Scissors, and this is my first Augusten Burroughs book, although I did read his brother's book Look Me in the Eye earlier this year. I think that this book is okay - and I will try others by the author. 3 1/2 STARS
i will read anything this man writes!
Still reading.......loving it so far!
As with all of his other books, I enjoyed Possible Side Effects quite thoroughly. His wit and humor seep from the pages. What was different from this novel that I experienced in his other memoirs was a background approach with all of the emotional intensity that someone hyped up on nicorette and alcohol can be. I believe because of this, I didnt feel as drawn into the novel as his others. However, it was still a great read!
Augusten could write a recipe and I'd read it.
Entertaining series of short stories about Augusten Burrough's life. Includes his work in advertising, his partner, his family.
Augusten Burroughs is hilarious. I never thought reading autobiographical books could be fun until I read this book.
Augusten Burroughs is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors. This is the third book I've read by this man and I must say, I howled with laughter at this collection of antecdotes. Actually, I can't say "read" because I am listening to them via audio format, read by Augusten himself, so I don't know if it's the text itself, or the superb spoken delivery of it that has me roaring and wiping my eyes. I can't wait for more! If you need a laugh, choose "Possible Side Effects" by Augusten Burroughs!
Another brilliant and humorous collection of essays by Burroughs, author of Running with Scissors. His memories span from childhood to the recent past, covering a host of neuroses, his and his mother's. He has an amazing ability to make me laugh at his descriptions of his obsessions. Not a lot for me to say about this. Just: read it and his other books if you haven't. The tale of the romantic vacation at an out of the way inn that he took with his boyfriend Dennis is well worth the price. Or better, borrow it from a library. We also meet both Augusten's grandmothers -- one good, one "evil." I'm eagerly looking forward to his next book.
More enjoyable than Running with Scissors, in my opinion. Augusten Burroughs has a talent in bringing his horribly dysfunctional past into his humorous writing without making things heavy.
I liked "Running with Scissors," but I loved this book! I read it in one weekend and was sad when it was over. I wanted more crazy, funny stories where Burroughs says everything we're all thinking but never say out loud. I actually found myself laughing out loud many times throughout the essays. I did appreciate how there was a sort of time line to the book- the essays seemed to go back in time- it was nice to know when you're reading about one of his first puppies, that it's okay because he's going to have a bunch more and he's really going to love them. The last few essays felt more like "Scissors" in how they were more stories rather than essays that looked at the world and turned it upside-down. I liked the essays more. Basically, if you're a David Sedaris fan, you'll enjoy this book!FAVORITE QUOTES: I was in awe of time's elasticity. Sometimes it compresses. Sometimes it stretches. An yet it always does one when you need the other. // I understood, I need to write. Live her, in my words and my head. i need to go inside, that's all. No big, complicated, difficult thing. I just need to go in reverse. And not worry about what to write about, but just write. Or, if I'm going to worry about what to write, then do this worrying on paper, so at least I'm writing and will have a record of the anxiety. // When Shaun asked me what I was going to do with my life, what my "plans" were, I always tried to give as vague an answer as possible. Because I had no idea. And it was humiliating to be asked by somebody who had a very firm idea, and not only that but an enrollment date. // Long ago, America stopped being a "melting pot" and is, rather, a large land mass filled with tiny boxes, into which groups of people sit, labeled and ready for processing.
An uneven book. A few of these stories are hilarious. Some are amusing. Others are offensive. The book starts out on a high note and descends. Too bad. There are two stories, however, which do stand out."Bloody Sunday" is the story of 8-year-old Augusten whose first tooth falls out while he was staying at his grandmother's house. When he learns that the Tooth Fairy is coming, he is truly mortified. This story is hysterical.In "Getting to No You", the author tells of his negative encounter on a blind date with another gay man. A very funny story.
Although these stories are not chronological, the book overall is like a sequal to "Magical Thinking". I remember that "Magical" was a bit hopeless in tone, while "Possible" is much more hopeful. Each story ends with a higher note -- although sometimes saccarine, I prefer it to complete despair. Overall the book is more hopefull, as well. It's fun to read more about Augusten's unusual upbringing, and get some glimpses into his life now, as a successful author.
Ok this book is hilarious!!!
The wit in his honesty is refreshing. Burroughs says what we have all thought at times. He describes the mental illness in his family in a way that helps you realize how common it is, yet our society hides it, just has he hid his own battle with alcoholism.
Relentlessly confessional and screamingly funny at the same time.