Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 13, 2025

They Shoot Canoes Don’t They? by Patrick F. McManus

This is a collection of humorous short stories by Patrick McManus that originally appeared in Outdoor Life and Field and Stream magazines. All of McManus’ stories revolve around his outdoor misadventures – mostly hunting and fishing.

 

This particular volume includes the first story I ever read by McManus, the title story: "They Shoot Canoes Don’t They?" I read it in a doctor's waiting room, and I’ve been hooked ever since. One of very few authors who can actually make me laugh out loud.

 

The stories are droll and self-effacing, and although they are preposterous, I get the distinct impression many might just be based on actual events, albeit wildly embellished – perfectly appropriate for any sportsman yarn-spinner.

 

They are also marvelously relatable and often reminiscent to any outdoorsman.

 

In one story, "The Fishing Lesson", McManus reminisces...

 

Over the years, I’ve introduced several dozen people to the pleasures of outdoor sports. So what that some of them didn’t want to be introduced!

 

Yep, been there, done that.

 

They might otherwise have ended up as criminals or drug addicts or golfers. I like to think I’ve had some small part in saving them from such dismal fates.

 

This is the third collection published of at least 14. There are numerous recurring characters: Ma and Gramms, sister known affectionately as The Troll, dog Strange. There is his novice outdoorsman neighbor Al Finley and hunting and fishing companion Retch Sweeney. My favorite: the curmudgeonly mountain man and mentor from Patrick’s youth Rancid Crabtree (Crazy Eddie Muldoon does not yet appear).

 

Just good clean hilarious fun!

 

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Thursday, June 30, 2022

The Princess Bride by William Goldman (novel #200)

“You seem a decent fellow,” Inigo said. “I hate to kill you.”

“You seem a decent fellow,” answered the man in black. “I hate to die.”

 

Full title:  The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure, The "Good Parts" Version Abridged by William Goldman

 

The full title is confusing. There is no such work by S. Morgenstern, in fact, there is no S. Morgenstern; he is fiction. The actual author, Goldman, pretends to have abridged an imaginary work by Morgenstern. The imaginary book is a scholarly, but mostly dull history of Florin. Goldman, still pretending, has fond memories of his father reading it to him, never realizing his father omitted most of the history and only read the exciting adventure passages. Goldman wants to continue the tradition and excitedly buys an edition for his own son, but is disappointed when the boy doesn’t like it. Goldman is incredulous, until he reads it himself, only to realize his false perception of the book. Consequently, Goldman writes the “Good Parts” version for his son and posterity. But again, this is all fiction.

 

It’s sort of metafiction, but not precisely. Perhaps experimental fiction? Indeed, after I wrote that, I found one description calling it “experimental metafiction” (feeling smug now). It is definitely a fantasy romance. Is a synopsis necessary? Isn’t everyone, in the Western Hemisphere at least, familiar with the film, and ergo familiar with the story?

 

Just in case: it is set in Florin, a fictional mid-19th Century European country. The hero, Westley is a simple farmhand in love with the farmer’s daughter Buttercup. Yes Buttercup! She is rather simple, insensitive, and blossoming into a legendary beauty. It is only when Buttercup notices another woman noticing Westley, that she truly notices Westley, and discovers she loves him. He sets off to make his fortune, with the promise of returning for Buttercup.

 

And then things get complicated. There are pirates, a giant, an evil prince, a six-fingered sadist, an evil genius, master sword makers, master swordsmen, a miracle man and R.O.U.S.es (rodents of unusual size). There are swordfights, contests of strength, battles of wits…to the death, kidnapping, torture, conspiracy revenge, and a deceptive dream sequence.

 

Goldman, in his role as the abridger of Morgenstern’s work, interjects commentary throughout: why he included this section, why he omitted another, two-sentence summaries of excised portions, etc. These fictional commentaries are often as entertaining as the story itself. Such as…

 

But from a narrative point of view, in 105 pages nothing happens. Except this: “What with one thing and another, three years passed.”

 

He includes many references to his own, genuine career as a writer. His works include several Academy Award winning screenplays. This mixture of truth and fiction can leave the reader confused as to what is genuine and what is fiction. I loved that, but it was indeed confusing. In one commentary, he refers to a reunion scene between Westley and Buttercup, which is conspicuous by its absence. Goldman says he wrote the reunion scene, but the publisher removed it since it was not part of Morgenstern’s original. The publisher agreed to provide it to any reader who requested it. Goldman even gives the address to write to, which at one time was the legitimate address of the publisher, though that publisher no longer exists. As I understand it, had you written when it was valid you would have received a letter from the author explaining the legal difficulties that prevent releasing the scene. This is again, just part of the experimental metafiction. Brilliant! (a copy of the letter is available HERE)

 

 

After the primary conclusion of the story, there are several excerpts for a sequel. These are, yet again, experimental metafiction, though it is unclear if Goldman intended to one day, actually write the sequel.

 

Still in his fictional abridger role, he concludes the whole thing with…

 

And you know what? I like these four. Buttercup and Westley, Fezzik and Inigo. They’ve all suffered, been punished, no silver spoons for this bunch. And I can just feel these terrible forces gathering against them. I just know it’s going to get worse for them than it’s ever been. Will they all live? Death of the Heart the subtitle says. Whose death? And even more important maybe, whose heart? Morgenstern has never given them an easy shot at happiness.

 

This time I sure hope he lets them get there…

 

This is the first time I’ve read The Princess Bride or Goldman, though I was familiar with the story for the film. Like the film, the book is a fantastic lark. I highly recommend both. If you are familiar with the film, read the book. If you have not seen the film, read the book and then watch the film. If you have read the book, but not watched the film…nah, I can’t believe such a person exists.

 

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


 

 

This novel satisfies the What’s in a Name 2022 challenge category of a title that is: A person’s name, and their description.

 

And, drumroll please, this is novel #200, of the 200 Greatest Novels of All Time. I will post a wrap-up of novels 101 – 200 in a few days.

 

Other excerpts:

 

…and as the boat drew close the Turk reached out a giant arm and then she was back in the safety of her murderers…

 

“Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.”

 

Inigo looked down at him. The Count’s frozen face was petrified and ashen and the blood still poured down the parallel cuts. His eyes bulged wide, full of horror and pain. It was glorious. If you like that kind of thing.

 

 

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Saturday, November 28, 2020

Big Trouble by Dave Barry (novel #169)

Detective Baker decided that this was probably going to be one of those cases where somebody shoots a gun and nobody ever finds out who or why, which is a fairly common type of case in Miami.


I usually read the classics, and even though there is no precise qualification for that distinction, I think it is safe to say Big Trouble does not qualify – and likely never will. 

 

Which is not to say it is not a delightful read.

 

In preparing this review, I realized one of the advantages of reading (and reviewing) dead authors – I never have to worry about them reading my review. I was literally worrying about that the first dozen or so pages of Big Trouble, because to be honest, I wasn’t loving it. I wanted to because I love Dave Barry, who is a Pulitzer prize-winning, humor columnist. He is cheerfully cynical, patently absurd, and endearingly self-effacing. I did not read his column regularly, but whenever I did, I thoroughly enjoyed it. 

 

But Big Trouble was just a little too cliché – at first – in the character of Puggy: loveable loser, simpleton, loafer, boozer, semiprofessional vagrant. 

 

But somewhere the story turned, just about the same time Puggy’s day turned. He was having a good day, making $45 easy, by voting at several different polling stations, but later gets beat up, but then gets an easy job and free beer. 

 

He was drinking his second free beer, feeling better again about how the day was going, except for peeing his pants, when the door opened.

 

People peeing their pants is a motif Barry uses repeatedly, but in a very tasteful way.

 

Besides Puggy, there are a pair of likeable hit men (I know, but yeah), maybe due to their utterly detestable target, international arms dealers (also nearly likeable), small time thugs, a couple good cops, a good but incompetently overzealous cop, awkward high school kids, their surprisingly intelligent parents, a dog, a poisonous toad, a python, and no gators (except those associated with the University of Florida).

 

It’s a marvelous farce. Patently absurd – in Barry form – and yet, just on the cusp of plausible...well at least within sight of being on the cusp of plausible. Great fun, highly recommend it.

 

My rating: 3 ½ of 5 stars



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Monday, July 1, 2019

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain (novel #130)

Who knows, he may grow up to be President someday, unless they hang him first! ~ Aunt Polly regarding Tom


I read this as part of the Back to the Classics Challenge 2019: A Classic from the Americas. 

Well, you don’t get much more classic, nor more American than Tom Sawyer.

As I did in my review of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, I will refer to the novels as Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, and the characters themselves as Tom and Huck.

Tom Sawyer comes before (not properly called a prequel) Huckleberry Finn. I think Huckleberry Finn is considered Twain’s greater work, but not for me. I enjoy both, but if forced to choose, I like Tom Sawyer better.

It’s more fun. Huckleberry Finn is fun – but it’s also important. Tom Sawyer is just fun. And once in a while, “just fun” is better than fun and important.

If that doesn’t make sense – I sort of feel sorry for you.

Another reason I like it so much: I identify with Tom much more than Huck. I lived a pretty carefree, barefoot in summer, fishing, swimming, and playing cowboys and Indians, cops and robbers, or soldier, much like Tom. Like Tom, and unlike Huck, I was also loved and nurtured.

Tom is a wild, mischievous, but good at heart boy growing up along the banks of the Mississippi River in the 1840s. I don’t believe Twain ever gives his age, or grade. My guess is about 12.

And, did I mention this? It’s just loads of fun. Tom has adventures with his friends Joe Harper and Huck Finn, he falls in love with Becky Thatcher, blows it by being a jerk, then redeems himself by taking blame, and a whipping, for Becky. He runs away and becomes a pirate, witnesses a murder, saves a convicted criminal, finds stolen treasure, and attends his own funeral.

What fun.

I know; there are some who think this book is inappropriate today. I understand and I disagree.

This at least the third time I’ve read Tom Sawyer. It doesn’t get old. Well, I mean it is old, but I don’t get tired of it.

My rating: 4 of 5 stars
 


Excerpt:
“What's your name?"
"Becky Thatcher. What's yours? Oh, I know. It's Thomas Sawyer."
"That's the name they lick me by. I'm Tom when I'm good. You call me Tom, will you?"
"Yes” 

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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome (novel #106)

This is my first read of Three Men in a Boat, though I've read some of JKJ's short stories.


Three Men in a Boat is a comic novel and the first-person narrative of “J” and recounts the tale of a boating trip down the Thames with two friends, George and Harris…to say nothing of the dog Montmorency. I understand the book was originally intended to be a serious travel guide, and indeed it does include some genuine information about historical points along the route, but I got the distinct feeling that Jerome could not resist injecting his droll wit. It is a marvelous farce.

Pleasure boating on the Thames was all the rage, and the reader is quite aware that the three would-be boatmen – were not at all qualified – but rather chose the outing to be chic and sophisticated. They failed.

I was prepared to love this book, but to be honest, I was just a bit disappointed. I definitely prefer Jerome K. Jerome’s short stories or essays. Three Men in a Boat is funny, but not hilarious, enjoyable but not riveting.

A few excerpts to demonstrate Jerome’s signature prose dripping with sarcasm or oozing with satire.
When George is hanged, Harris will be the worst packer in this world 
I don’t know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me. 
People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained. 
…and I yearn for the good old days, when you could go about and tell people what you thought of them with a hatchet and a bow and arrows. 
It must have been worth while having a mere ordinary plague now and then in London to get rid of both the lawyers and the Parliament.


And a few excerpts to show the elegance of prose he can write with when he chooses.
From the dim woods on either bank, Night’s ghostly army, the grey shadows, creep out with noiseless tread to chase away the lingering rear-guard of the light, and pass, with noiseless unseen feet, above the waving river-grass, and through the sighing rushes; and Night, upon her somber throne, folds her black wings above the darkening world, and, from her phantom palace, lit by the pale stars, reigns in stillness.  
It was a glorious night. The moon had sunk, and left the quiet earth alone with the stars. It seemed as if, in the silence and the hush, while we her children slept, they were talking with her, their sister – conversing of mighty mysteries in voices too vast and deep for childish human ears to catch the sound.

My Rating: 3 ½ of 5 stars
 


This novel satisfies – Back to the Classics Challenge 2018 – Category: a classic travel or journey narrative.

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Sunday, July 15, 2018

A Fine and Pleasant Misery

A Fine and Pleasant Misery by Patrick F. McManus 


Is a collection of short stories by Patrick McManus that originally appeared in Outdoor Life and Field and Stream magazines.

In fact, that is exactly how I first encountered this marvelous American humorist – doctor’s waiting room, flipping through Outdoor Life, found an article at the very back with a funny title: They Shoot Canoes, Don’t They?

And I’ve been hooked ever since. McManus’ stories are all about his many misadventures in the Great Outdoors. He is self-effacing, droll, sarcastic, dry, and very funny.  

This particular collection is the first published of at least 14 collections, and introduces several of his recurring characters: Ma and Gramms, sister known affectionately as The Troll, dog Strange, and most importantly the curmudgeonly mountain man and mentor from Patrick’s youth Rancid Crabtree (Crazy Eddie Muldoon does not yet appear).

The stories with titles such as: The Modified Stationary Panic, Kid Camping, or How to Fish a Crick are ridiculous – and yet – there is something painfully relatable to any outdoorsman in most of these stories.

Just good clean fun. One of the few authors who has made me actually laugh out loud while reading. I used to read them out loud to my father and brothers, and sometimes we’d all be laughing so hard we’d be crying.

I just learned today, that Patrick McManus passed away just three months ago, April 11, 2018, age 84. Thanks Patrick for the laughs.

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Saturday, June 30, 2018

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams (100 down, 0 to go)

"Space is big. Really big."


Don’t Panic 
(large friendly letters)


Before I record my thoughts on this book, I feel I should mention that I have now completed my Quest to read the 100 Greatest Novels of All Time. I imagine some who read this may want to congratulate me, ask for interviews, negotiate the movie rights, nominate me for the Peace Prize…all that. Of course, you may do so, but you may also wait for my Quest Wrap up that I will post in a few days. Up to you, either way, I’m easy. (though you may want to get the Nobel Peace Prize thing rolling; I understand it is a lengthy process.)

So, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (HHG2tG), is a magnificent farce. It’s rather like Monty Python meets Doctor Who. In fact, it’s more than rather like that – Douglas Adams wrote for both at one point in his career.

It is mostly the story of Arthur Dent, a very normal bloke from England who, befriends Ford Prefect, who, unbeknownst to Arthur is actually an alien assigned to research Planet Earth, and write a bit about it for the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – which is exactly what the name implies.(actually, it doesn’t imply – it’s pretty explicit). It has all sorts of helpful advice for those traveling the galaxy on a budget. Things like…
“Space,” it says, “is big. Really big. You just won’t believe how vastly hugely mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist, but that’s just peanuts to space.”
Regarding Earth, the Hitchhiker’s guide says…
Mostly Harmless
The cover of the Hitchhiker’s Guide is inscribed with large friendly letters simply admonishing…
Don’t Panic
Ford rescues Arthur moments before Earth is destroyed by hitching a ride on a passing spaceship. What follows are the bizarre adventures of poor dull Arthur who slowly comes to grips with the realization, that we are not alone – or, that we weren’t, but now he is, as he is the sole surviving Earth man. All things considered, he takes this rather well. When Ford cavalierly mentions that Earth was just boiled away into space, Arthur responds:
Look, I’m a bit upset about that.
Fortunately for Arthur, there is also a sole surviving Earth woman, which makes it all a bit easier to bear. There is also time travel, alternate dimensions, all that stuff, which means Arthur is not entirely cut off from home.

Most importantly, during the course of his adventures in space, Arthur and company learn the meaning to life, the universe, and everything. The answer is stunningly simple – and rather disappointing.

There is also a manically depressed robot, a sentient bowl of petunias, and a whale.

And although this is a farcical romp, Adams’ prose is not without elegance. Arthur and company encounter a world that is enveloped in an atmosphere thick with dust and particulates, so much so, they have never seen the stars or imagined any world beyond their own. Adams describes their reaction when they finally ascend to space and observe the vast cosmos for the first time:
They saw the staggering jewels of the night in their infinite dust and their minds sang with fear.

My rating: 4 of 5 stars
 

This is the second time I’ve read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and the only thing I’ve read by Douglas Adams. My first read was officially titled: The Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy: A Trilogy in Four Parts. That non-sequitur title is typical of the delightful absurdity of the entire work. Additional material was compiled after Adams’ death. The version I read this time is: The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide: Five Complete Novels and One Story

"The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy"
"The Restaurant at the End of the Universe"
"Life, the Universe and Everything"
"So long, and thanks for all the Fish"
"Mostly Harmless"
"Young Zaphod Plays it Safe"

To be honest, it was a slight let down as a reread. I loved it the first time, probably because it was so different, quirky, and silly. It suffered a bit on reread due to high expectations. Nonetheless, it is a thoroughly enjoyable diversion. 

This inspiration for HHG2tG came to Douglas Adams when he was trekking Europe, literally using the Hitchhikers Guide to Europe. He was nearly broke, slightly drunk, lying in a field in Austria, and gazing at the stars when he thought – Somebody ought to write the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. 

Originally a radio series, the story was so popular Adams was offered a book deal.

Excerpts:

“Ford!” he said, “there’s an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they’ve worked out.” (Oh, I loved this bit! Read my post HERE to find out why.)

Arthur was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath.

One of the major problems encountered in time travel is not that of accidentally becoming your own father or mother. There is no problem involved in becoming your own father or mother that a broad-minded and well-adjusted family can’t cope with. There is no problem about changing the course of history – the course of history does not change because it all fits together like a jigsaw. All the important changes have happened before the things they were supposed to change and it all sorts itself out in the end. The major problem is quite simply one of grammar,…

If you’ve done six impossible things this morning, why not round it off with breakfast at Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

The reason they are not universes is that any given universe is not actually a thing as such, but is just a way of looking at what is technically known as the WSOGMM, or Whole Sort of General Mish Mash.


Film Renditions: I didn’t care for the 2005 film that took a good deal of liberty with the story, though I thought Martin Freeman was perfect as Arthur. The 1981 BBC TV series is terribly campy, appropriately so, and pretty good as far as it goes, but it only depicts the first of the five books.

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Sunday, November 12, 2017

The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens (novel #102)

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.


I started reading The Pickwick Papers way back in March 2016, and just finished it in November 2017, but this long read is NOT because I am a slow reader. I read The Pickwick Papers as part of a 20 month read along, hosted by On Bookes, to commemorate the 180th anniversary of the first publication; it was published serially beginning in March 1836, 2-3 chapters a month, with no installment in May 2017. It was Dickens’ first novel, published under the pseudonym “Boz”.

First, thanks to On Bookes for hosting this unusual and fun read along. I am happy I stuck with it to the end. On Bookes researched and posted bits of trivia regarding what was going on in London as each installment came out – creating the feeling that we were reading it like the original readers. My understanding, that around chapter 10, and the introduction of Mr. Pickwick’s valet Sam Weller, The Pickwick Papers became perhaps the first great publishing phenomenon ever.

The Pickwick Papers is a farcical romp, definitely the most comic of any work by Dickens I’ve read. In short, it is the story of Samuel Pickwick, founder of The Pickwick Club, London 1827. Pickwick is a man with a “gigantic brain” and a passion for science, philosophy, art, and adventure, who according to his own description is “an observer of human nature”.

The Pickwick club, commissions Pickwick and three companions to set out upon a quest of sorts, to pursue adventure and discovery and to record said adventures for posterity. Pickwick’s three companions, Mr. Tracy Tupman, Mr. Augustus Snodgrass, and Mr. Nathaniel Winkle are each known for one particular passion which is their unique distinction: Tupman for an admiration for the fair sex, Snodgrass as a poet, and Winkle as a sportsman. These four receive hearty approval and commission from their fellow Pickwickians and set out in pursuit of the greater glory of The Pickwick Club.

The Pickwickians are all very decent chaps at heart, but all are a bit bombastic and Dickens delights in bringing them down a notch or two by ironic twists of fate and the clumsy do-goodery of the troop. I’ve alluded to one other principal character, Mr. Sam Weller, Pickwick’s valet. Sam is worldly wise and fiercely loyal to Pickwick and as you might imagine, more than once saves Pickwick and/or colleagues from embarrassing situation.

Of course, all comes right in the end. As Mr. Pickwick settles into a leisurely retirement, Dickens writes:

Let us leave our old friend in one of those moments of unmixed happiness, of which, if we seek them, there are ever some, to cheer our transitory existence here. There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast. Some men, like bats or owls, have better eyes for the darkness than for the light. We, who have no such optical powers, are better pleased to take our last parting look at the visionary companions of many solitary hours, when the brief sunshine of the world is blazing full upon them.

Although I enjoyed the read along format, this is not my favorite Dickens, but I can see how the serialization, and the resulting cliff-hangers would have created excitement and anticipation. There were a few months, when after finishing the allotted installment, I was tempted to read ahead. I never did though…Honest!

My rating: 3 ½ of 5 stars



Trivia – near the beginning of Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, the March girls are acting out scenes from The Pickwick Papers.


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