Holy Moly…

I have a confession. I have a dark and twisty sense of humor. I tend to be a little morbid. A little weird. Sometimes inappropriate. This, dear friends, is why I tend to like Christopher Moore novels. But I’m also a woman of faith and that is a big part of who I am.So when a friend lent me the Moore book, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal, I was tentatively excited. You see, I adore the bizarre worlds Moore creates, such as the one in which an ancient giant lizard creature comes ashore and attempts to mate with everything in sight. And my humor has often been called irreverent. But I felt weird about reading a book that seemed sacrilegious, I mean, we all know Jesus didn’t have a friend named Biff. His BFFs were Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. But this was a Christopher Moore novel, not intended to be a true gospel so I read it, and I’m so glad I did.

In Lamb, Biff is resurrected by an angel on orders from God so that he can transcribe his gospel, which fills the world in on those 20 years of Jesus’ life not covered in the Bible. Biff refers to Jesus as Josh, because in Hebrew, the name Jesus was really Yeshua (Joshua). Biff and Josh become fast friends although Biff is always creating some mischief that creates issues for his holier-than-thou (literally) friend. From the time they are children Biff is amazed at the miracles his friend performs, from resurrecting lizards and eventually, people, to turning water into wine. Despite his love for his best friend, Biff always wonders if Josh really is the Son of God but is unwaveringly loyal, no matter what doubts he may harbor.

Josh becomes convinced that finding the three wise men who presented him with gifts after his birth will help him discover his true destiny. Biff sets off to help his friend and in the course of the next twenty years they meet up with each of the wise men – all of whom have a lesson to teach. These lessons become the basis of Josh’s ministry back home when he and Biff finally return to Nazareth.

Before leaving, they find themselves entangled in a love-triangle with Mary Magdalen, also known as Maggie, who both boys love (though Josh knows he can never be with her) and who loves both boys. They also meet up with John the Baptist, Josh’s strange but lovable cousin who also had a prophetic destiny. In their adventures throughout China and India to find the wise men, they study “magic”, master Buddhist meditation (and meet a Yeti) and learn the ways of a Hindu Yogi. These life experiences and years spent with these wise men give Josh the knowledge he needs to return home and become a proper Messiah.

The story is outrageous, sometimes offensive and quite a bit naughty – but it’s Moore’s trademark wacky that makes Lamb an entertaining read, even for a good Christian girl like me.

LET’S PRETEND THIS NEVER HAPPENED, by Jenny Lawson, reviewed by Leslie Langtry

I took LET’S PRETEND THIS NEVER HAPPENED to my daughter’s final orthodontic appointment – normally a traditionally funny coming-of-age thingy in a young girl’s life, I know. I should’ve thought this through. I’d been reading this book for a few days and each time I did, I laughed, out loud, so hard that I was crying (and once I thought I might be experiencing a stroke – but couldn’t be bothered to put the book down to check).

My husband would come in from the garage (doing whatever weird thing he does out there) and say, “I can hear you all the way out in the garage!” Then I’d read aloud the chapter I’d just read and we’d both be reduced to tearful, wheezing hysterics (which is not a good look for either of us).

I sat in the lobby of the ortho’s, looking carefully to my right and left. There were two other women there. I could do this. I could read this book without completely losing it. I opened it. Two minutes later the receptionist was visibly alarmed and the two other women were as far away from me as they could get, iphones in hand – poised to dial 911.

I’d failed. I should’ve known. When I took it to work to read over lunch, I had to go sit out in my car and take Kleenex. It’s THAT funny (and yes, I did get strange looks from my co-workers that I won’t go into here).

Jenny Lawson had a bizarre upbringing in a mystical place called Wall, Texas. From her dad throwing live bobcats on her dates, to the magic squirrel puppet that…er…wasn’t a puppet, to the bread bags she wore over her shoes in winter – I’m thankful she had a strange childhood and subsequently – life – so that I can be entertained.

She also invites us into her adulthood and marriage to a saint of a man named Victor, who’s only problem is leaving towels on the floor and staring (often) at her in disbelief.

This book has it all; a zombie pug, high-fiving over a sex concussion, an inopportune visit from a polite ‘rapist’ while dealing with a laxative overdose (not gross, I swear), anthropomorphic taxidermy (just try googling that one), and many more hilarious, wonderful, fabulous stories.

Ms. Lawson – aka – The Blogess, is a genius. I would kneel at her feet and be her minion forever. (Jenny, I really would…call me…)

READ THIS BOOK…just not in public. You were warned.

SNL Memoirs – Dratch, Hammond and Fey

LIVE from New York, it’s Sa-tur-day NIIIIIGHT!”

I’ve been listening to that famous introduction since the 1970s. Sure, I was a wee babe in the ‘70s but that was a different time. Kids rode in cars without seat belts, we wore bellbottom checked pants – on purpose, sat in a cigarette smoke-filled haze while dining in restaurants and we watched Saturday Night Live. As a child I didn’t always understand the humor of the Coneheads or the Killer Bees but when Dan Aykroyd looked at Jane Curtain and calmly retorted, “Jane, you ignorant slut,” I laughed. We all laughed. And then for a few seasons I stopped laughing. And then I turned my back on the show completely. And then Rachel Dratch, Cheri O’Teri, Will Farrell, Jimmy Fallon and Amy Poehler brought me back.

Saturday Night Live hasn’t always been great and some seasons were downright painful to watch but you can’t deny the longevity of this comedy sketch/variety show that was originally slated to air just six episodes when it premiered in 1975. Since then, SNL has single-handedly launched the careers of countless comedians including, Bill Murray, Chevy Chase, Adam Sandler, Dennis Miller, Chris Rock, Tina Fey and more.

In the 37 years since Saturday Night Live first aired, there’s been no shortage of interest in the, “not ready for prime time players.” Thankfully, every few years a delicious memoir is published and we get a little sneak peek in to the private lives of some of our favorite characters. Here are a few recent additions.

Girl Walks In To A Bar. . .: Comedy Calamities, Dating Disasters and a Midlife Miracle by Rachel Dratch

An SNL cast member from 1999 – 2006, Rachel Dratch made us laugh in sketches about the lovable Boston Teens Denise and Sully, The Lovers with Will Ferrell and one of my favorites, Debbie Downer, because she rarely kept a straight face through the whole skit. Her new memoir focuses on the downshift her life took when her SNL career ended and she found herself jobless and single, only to find love and an unexpected baby in her 40s.

God, If You’re Not Up there, I’m F*cked: Tales of Stand-Up, Saturday Night Live, and other Mind-Altering Mayhem by Darrell Hammond

Darrell Hammond, known for his spot-on impersonations of Donald Trump and Bill Clinton, maintains the distinction of being the longest tenured SNL cast member. If you’re looking for a light and breezy beach read, this isn’t it. Hammond’s memoir is a dark, deeply personal tale about the abuse he suffered at the hands of his parents and the years he spent using alcohol and drugs to quell the flashbacks of his childhood. His writing is witty and honest as he talks about life backstage the famous Studio 8H and how he fought to stay sober for his daughter.

Bossypants – by Tina Fey

Tina Fey’s memoir debuted exactly one year ago but I’m adding it to the list because it remains one of my favorite books of 2011.

You can read my original review here.

Bossypants is a collection of essays in which Fey writes candidly about her humble beginnings as a, “change of life baby,” her angsty teen summers spent working at the Delaware County Summer Showtime Theatre, her beloved father Don Fey (a “stylish bad-ass”) and her hilariously horrible honeymoon cruise. This is not a gossipy tell-all but Fey does dish about struggling to be heard over the loud roar of her fellow male writers, her adoration of real live bestie Amy Poehler and describes Saturday Night Live as a “combustion engine of ambition and disappointment.” My favorite chapter is titled, “The Mother’s Prayer For Its Daughter.” It’s nothing short of genius. As a mama of two including a daughter, I still cannot read it without simultaneously laughing and crying. It is equal parts poignant and funny. “First, Lord: no tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.”

So tell me, do you have a favorite sketch or favorite character and who would you REALLY like to see come out with a no-holds-barred SNL tell-all book?