But describing the mental vicissitudes with the same deftness is a more daunting feat, and one that Ephron carries off with impressive — and affecting — flair. The whole gives a real sense of Ephron as a person. She relates many of the instances she can remember where she forgot. They offered me a reporting tryout. There were light humorous anecdotes with a tone similar to Crazy Salad. I was sad when Nora died.
Look on the bright side: there might be an inheritance somewhere, or at least a corn bread pudding recipe. I don't know, but it's such a great word. Part of the reason must have had to do with Lois Lane, and part with a wonderful book I'd been given one Christmas, called A Treasury of Great Reporting. From I Remember Nothing and Other Reflections , by Nora Ephron Knopf , November 2010. How do the examples she uses capture the difference between her past and present ways of forgetting? Her writing makes me happy.
Now that we've laughed about our necks together, Nora is dealing with the fact that there's an end in sight, and it's not all sunshine and laughter at this perspective. But they're never going to. I have no trouble telling someone I am sorry but I can't remember their first name. Nora Ephron has written a very humorous book with which I agree. . As candid and hilarious as before.
Something to be enjoyed and celebrated, not pinched and tortured like detainees at Gitmo. Jane was a German Jew, which was not to say she was from Germany but that her grandparents had been. Heat up a Teflon pan until carcinogenic gas is released into the air. Eventually, I went to bed with one of them, and that was the end of our friendship, but that's getting ahead of things. But when it was done, I felt sad. On the other hand, if you're not amused by a list of things the author will never miss again and you are expecting an essay instead, look elsewhere.
The kind of blandly interesting anecdotes you tell friends over dinner and they do not feel obliged to repeat , not the kind that turn into juicy, zesty, jaw-dropping books. There is superficial wit on display, glibness and the quick quip, but little substance. Book Summary: The title of this book is I Remember Nothing and it was written by. Filled with insights and observations that instantly ring true—and could have come only from Nora Ephron— I Remember Nothing is pure joy. Ephron: But I don't remember anything I haven't already written about. And her mother's alcoholism is tragic and sad; no amount of attempts at humor make that suffering appropriate for a public essay.
Sometimes it seemed that half the staff was drunk. But it is nearly always entertaining. I love that I could get it online from my library. I went down to the offices on West Street a few days later, a freezing day in February. News of her death prompted me to choose this book, a series of essays on growing old er , though she died too young at 69. Which entries resonated with you? After you've read about Ephron's divorces or dealing with plays that are flops or hits, you might feel as though the writing was too glib, too light.
There was a great features editor, Joe Rabinovich, who saved me from woeful idiocy when Tom Wolfe began writing for the Herald-Tribune and I made a pathetic attempt to write exactly like him. But every time she gives us some new little bone to gnaw on. She received Academy Award nominations for best original screenplay for When Harry Met Sally. And she remembered her past quite well. She describes with honesty how this feels, how it can never quite be forgotten, and how the failures stayed with her far longer than the successes. The book is quixotic and charming.
She also injects plenty of humor into her writing. In those days, the Post published six editions a day, starting at 11 a. بااینکه کاملاً از یک فرهنگ دیگه، یک دنیای دیگه، یک آدمها و تجارت دیگهای بود. With hindsight, of course, I can see how brilliantly institutionalized the sexism was at Newsweek. I like Nora Ephron's writing and was totally engaged by a previous work, Heartburn , later made into a movie. I wrote about heat waves and cold snaps; I covered the Beatles, and Bobby Kennedy, and the Star of India robbery.