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Winding Oak's Bookology Magazine

Laughing All the Way

The Road to Little Dribbling by Bill BrysonI finished reading The Road to Little Dribbling over a week ago, and I’m still laughing.

I’m a sucker for a funny story, and Bill Bryson has provided me with a steady stream of them since I first discovered him in Granta magazine back in the ’80s. I couldn’t get enough of his wisecracking tales about growing up in Des Moines, especially the epic family road trips he endured.

His latest book, in which he more or less recreates the meanderings around and musings about Britain’s quirky corners that he mined so successfully in Notes from a Small Island four decades ago, delivered just the dose of laughs I needed to offset a particularly intense stretch at work. Humor is a first-rate antidote to any number of things, I’ve found, including stress. This is why I also own a well-worn copy of the DVD Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

Mr. Mysterious & CompanyI discovered humor between the covers of a book early, when I first read Sid Fleischman’s Mr. Mysterious & Company as a child. Mr. Fleischman’s story not only had me laughing in delight, but also managed to worm its way deep into my psyche, popping out decades later when I had children of my own and inaugurated a unique Frederick twist on Fleischman’s Abracadabra Day. Read Mr. Mysterious & Company and you’ll get the idea.

A few years after discovering Fleischman, I stumbled across a P. G. Wodehouse anthology on my grandfather’s bookshelf. I was 12 or so, and enormously pleased with myself for appreciating Wodehouse’s special brand of British humor. (Of course it helped that I had just returned to the U.S. from a stretch living in England.)  His nimble style! His flawless comic timing! And oh, his characters! What budding writer could possibly resist Bertie Wooster’s substantial Aunt Dahlia, who fitted into his biggest armchair “as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing armchairs tight about the hips that season”? Or how about his formidable Aunt Agatha, whom the feckless Bertie described as wearing “barbed wire next to the skin”? And then there was that pig named the Empress of Blandings…. I was a goner.

Years later, I read somewhere that when Wodehouse’s family heard him chuckling in his study as he wrote, they knew the work was going well. I seem to recall reading the same thing about Sid Fleischman. I don’t know whether Mr. Bryson’s family hears him laughing, too, but I hope my family hears me. Not all my books are humorous, but nearly all of them have humorous moments, and when something I write strikes me as funny and I make myself laugh, I think of writers like P. G. Wodehouse and Sid Fleischman and others who have traveled this path before me, and I know I’m in good company.

2 Responses to Laughing All the Way

  1. thinkingwomansite June 28, 2016 at 8:43 pm #

    What a delightful article! I remember discovering Auntie Mame on the well-stocked bookshelf of one of my regular babysitting gigs, and realizing after laughing my way through half of it that it was fiction. It wasn’t long after that I discovered James Thurber on the bookshelf in our family room, and the three years of back issues of The New Yorker on my mother’s desk. I still have my mom’s copy of The Screwtape Letters, and that Thurber. Looking back, I also realize that the majority of my favorite books, the ones that I reread, and the ones I always recommend, are infused with humor. Thank you for reminding us of the joy of laughter!

  2. Vicki Palmquist June 29, 2016 at 12:31 pm #

    We had two very funny books on our bookshelves when I was growing up. One was The Education of H*Y*M*A*N K*A*P*L*A*N by Leonard Q. Ross. It’s still in print and my twelve-year-old self thought it was hilarious. I used this book when I first started doing declamation. It always got a laugh. The other book was The Snake Has All the Lines by Jean Kerr. Because of it I went to the library to find Please Don’t Eat the Daisies. She was the first author to make me aware of Broadway as a place where writers created the stories … and I was hooked. Humor is essential in our lives … my life … so I’m off to get new copies of these books. Thanks for reminding me about humorous books, Heather!

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