SiouxieQ and I discovered this profoundly hilarious young comic by accident. (We’re borderline old people, okay? We remember watching Richard Pryor live.) But what a happy accident. At 20-something he’s carrying a genius that belies his youth. Stunning. We’ve watched all three of his specials – Words, Words, Words; What; Make Happy – and now we’re left combing through Youtubes.
Here’s a taste, the intro to Make Happy. (The captions are annoying, but if they’re helpful to some, fine …)
Then there’s this suddenly serious, deep heart monologue at the end of “Make Happy.” …
I like to think Richard Pryor would have loved this tall, skinny white dude.
“Edsel Bronfman works as a junior executive shipping clerk for an importer of Korean flatware. He lives in a seedy neighborhood and spends his free time with his spirited mother. Things happen to other people, and Bronfman knows it. Until, that is, he gets a call from operator 61217 telling him that he’s won a free weekend at a beachfront condo in Destin, Florida. But there’s a catch: the offer is intended for a couple, and Bronfman has only seventy-nine days to find someone to take with him.” (Amazon blurb.)
This is why I read fiction. How could you possibly not read this novel? Right now, right? Even when it’s beautiful outdoors.
Yesterday was Tom Robbins’ birthday. Depending on the source of the data, he was either 81, 84, or 85. In this lovely PBS vignette from awhile back, he says he hopes to live to “80 or 85.” Mission accomplished. Sue and I saw him (relatively) recently and he doesn’t look a day over 59.