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Guest post written by Kelsey Manning (@kelseyMmanning)
Before Thurber Prize winner John Kenney settled in to read a selection from his novel Truth in Advertising, he had a few words for his fellow finalist:
“Dear David Letterman, Please let me win this award. Just this one. We need the money.”
It was one of many hilarious moments during last night’s presentation of the 2013 Thurber Prize for American Humor. David Letterman attended alongside co-writer Bruce McCall on behalf of their book This Land Was Made for You and Me (But Mostly Me). In the absence of third finalist Liza Donnelly (Women on Men), her husband Michael Maslin spoke about how much James Thurber means to them, especially as New Yorker cartoonists themselves. The pair’s first date was to see a James Thurber drawing at the Armory on the East Side.
In the true spirit of the night, Truth in Advertising author John Kenney joked, “My first flight wasn’t to the Thurber House or my first date, but I was conceived there.” It was easy to see why the Thurber Prize judges—Meg Wolitzer, John Searles, and Henry Alford—were so taken by the wit in Kenney’s debut. (more…)
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I didn't get the job. You probably saw it in the New York Times yesterday. The job was director of dance at the Paris Opera Ballet. It went, instead, to Benjamin Millepied, the choreographer and a former principal at New York City Ballet. And the star of Black Swan. And Natalie Portman's husband. Is it [...]
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Here's something I've noticed in my incredibly short time as a published author: how frequently people — in interviews, at readings — ask how I write. Do you write in the morning or the afternoon? Do you write in longhand or on a computer, and if it is a computer, is it a Mac, and [...]
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May I ask you an asinine question? If you were a brand, what would you be? Are you a Lexus or a Volvo? Nike or Adidas? McDonald's or Burger King? I spent 17 years working as a copywriter. These are the kinds of questions often bandied about in ad agencies and focus groups. We also [...]
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Well, it's January 22 and you know what that means. It's time for the World Economic Forum at Davos! What fun! Have you been? Neither have I. But then, it's not ideally suited to freelance writers and first-time novelists for a number of reasons. One, I don't own a plane. Two, I'm not the CEO [...]
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Hi. My name is John Kenney. Do you recognize it? No? Okay, try this. Do you recognize the name E. L. James? That's right, the author of "Fifty Shades of Grey." That's me. I'm not a woman. Does that surprise you? It surprises me sometimes. People say to me, "Hey E. L. Why 50 shades? [...]