Quite Enough of Calvin Trillin: Forty Years of Funny Stuff (Hardcover)

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This selection of Trillin’s essays, fiction and poetry serves as an antidote to the unending diatribe of this year’s political campaigns. He describes his childhood, which he admits was unfortunately happy. He tackles the subject of his tuxedo and gives evidence that he bears a strong resemblance to T.S. Eliot. He wonders whatever happened to chicken a la king, and he claims his dentist only calls when his son’s college tuition is due. There’s also a chapter of delightfully scathing political poetry, including “If You Knew What Sununu.” The whole collection is wonderful, and just enough to carry us through to November. ~ Ann

— From Ann


For at least forty years, Calvin Trillin has committed blatant acts of funniness all over the place—in The New Yorker, in one-man off-Broadway shows, in his “deadline poetry” for The Nation, in comic novels like Tepper Isn’t Going Out, in books chronicling his adventures as a happy eater, and in the column USA Today called “simply the funniest regular column in journalism.”

Now Trillin selects the best of his funny stuff and organizes it into topics like high finance (“My long-term investment strategy has been criticized as being entirely too dependent on Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes”) and the literary life (“The average shelf life of a book is somewhere between milk and yogurt.”)

In Quite Enough of Calvin Trillin, the author deals with such subjects as the horrors of witnessing a voodoo economics ceremony and the mystery of how his mother managed for thirty years to feed her family nothing but leftovers (“We have a team of anthropologists in there now looking for the original meal”) and the true story behind the Shoe Bomber: “The one terrorist in England with a sense of humor, a man known as Khalid the Droll, had said to the cell, ‘I bet I can get them all to take off their shoes in airports.’ ” He remembers Sarah Palin with a poem called “On a Clear Day, I See Vladivostok” and John Edwards with one called “Yes, I Know He’s a Mill Worker’s Son, but There’s Hollywood in That Hair.”

In this, the definitive collection of his humor, Calvin Trillin is prescient, insightful, and invariably hilarious.

About the Author

A longtime staff writer at "The New Yorker, "Calvin Trillin is also "The Nation"'s deadline poet. His bestsellers range from the memoir "About Alice" to "Obliviously On He Sails: The Bush Administration in Rhyme." He lives in Greenwich Village, which he describes as "a neighborhood where people from the suburbs come on weekends to test their car alarms."

Praise For…

Praise for Calvin Trillin
“A classic American humorist.”—The New Republic
“I spent my college years deep into the great humorists: Benchley, Perelman, Woody Allen. Calvin Trillin is up there with any of them.”David Brooks, The Daily Beast
“Trillin may be the funniest columnist in Americabemused, amused, wry and right on the mark.”People

Product Details
ISBN: 9781400069828
Publisher: Random House
Publication Date: September 13th, 2011
Pages: 368