Sunday Reading, Droll as Ever

 

You're on foot strolling by that newsstand glancing at the tabloids. You cannot believe Jennifer Aniston is still relevant and still single. You pause on a beautiful cover  (this is how you've found all your reading material since middle school) "THE PARIS REVIEW" in turquoise lettering on a pink background. That'll do, but what's better is the writing is comical in a dry, witty, sad cause it's all true, and brilliant because it isn't way.

"Finally he ran off with a stewardess with whom he hit with his car and with whom he fell in love with while they were filling out the accident report. My grandmother threw herself out the window of the apartment."

"One Sunday evening, my father brought us back from a weekend at his house, during which we had gone to a family party. He said, "Valerie is the prettiest of all her cousins." My mother replied, "In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king."

"No one has heard anyone metion the name of Uncle Bernard or his wife since the day of my mother's funeral."