Mere Anarchy by Unknown, Woody Allen
Its been 25 years since Woody Allens last humor collection, and for lovers of the New Yorker casual (a blend of goofy personal essay and literary parody), thats far too long. Most of these pieces appeared originally in the New Yorker , but there are a handful of originals as well, all of which will please those determined souls who like their humor distinctly old school (On a Bad Day You Can See Forever, a rant about the horrors of rehabbing a condo, begins with the narrator reading Dante and wondering why there is no circle in hell for contractors). The topsy-turvy literary allusions pour from Allens pen like bullets from a Gatling gun (an appropriately obscure simile), exposing the intellectual pretensions of a ragtag assortment of Allenesque everymenendearingly unkempt nebbishes who, despite knowing their Dostoevsky, cant quite deal with the absurdities of daily life. Take Flanders Mealworm, the unfairly unheralded author of The Hockfleisch Chronicles, who, desperate for cash, agree
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Mere Anarchy
Unknown, Woody Allen
Category: Humor
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Its been 25 years since Woody Allens last humor collection, and for lovers of the New Yorker casual (a blend of goofy personal essay and literary parody), thats far too long. Most of these pieces appeared originally in the New Yorker , but there are a handful of originals as well, all of which will please those determined souls who like their humor distinctly old school (On a Bad Day You Can See Forever, a rant about the horrors of rehabbing a condo, begins with the narrator reading Dante and wondering why there is no circle in hell for contractors). The topsy-turvy literary allusions pour from Allens pen like bullets from a Gatling gun (an appropriately obscure simile), exposing the intellectual pretensions of a ragtag assortment of Allenesque everymenendearingly unkempt nebbishes who, despite knowing their Dostoevsky, cant quite deal with the absurdities of daily life. Take Flanders Mealworm, the unfairly unheralded author of The Hockfleisch Chronicles, who, desperate for cash, agree
