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a walk on the funny side
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I couldn't believe that I went to the book store and didn't purchase the humor anthology edited by Nelson Algren. How could I pass that up? Humor. Algren. Algren. Humor. How could it be anything other than amazing? I read A Walk on the Wild Side twice, marveling at the oppressive bitterness of it all. Now I have to wonder: was this humor? Did he chortle as he wrote the chapter about the pile of freshly beheaded turtles? Do I need to read it again? Or maybe I should try The Man with the Golden Grin. Sorry, Arm.
Anyway, I made a special trip into town just to get it. I brought it home, and started reading the introduction: On a June afternoon in 1959 a three-and-a-half-year-old girl was murdered in the basement of a Philadelphia home. Ah, good old Nelson. He didn't let me down. It promised to be a couple hundred pages of cognitive dissonance.
So far I've read one story, and I'm just as bemused. Humor, eh? Who knew?
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I couldn't believe that I went to the book store and didn't purchase the humor anthology edited by Nelson Algren. How could I pass that up? Humor. Algren. Algren. Humor. How could it be anything other than amazing? I read A Walk on the Wild Side twice, marveling at the oppressive bitterness of it all. Now I have to wonder: was this humor? Did he chortle as he wrote the chapter about the pile of freshly beheaded turtles? Do I need to read it again? Or maybe I should try The Man with the Golden Grin. Sorry, Arm.
Anyway, I made a special trip into town just to get it. I brought it home, and started reading the introduction: On a June afternoon in 1959 a three-and-a-half-year-old girl was murdered in the basement of a Philadelphia home. Ah, good old Nelson. He didn't let me down. It promised to be a couple hundred pages of cognitive dissonance.
So far I've read one story, and I'm just as bemused. Humor, eh? Who knew?
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