Details
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Title
Ant Farm : And Other Desperate Situations
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Author
Simon Rich
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Binding
Paperback
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Edition
[ Edition: repri
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Condition
Used - Good
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Pages
160
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Volumes
1
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Language
ENG
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Publisher
Random House Publishing Group, Westminster, Maryland, U.S.A.
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Date
2007
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Features
Price on Product - Canadian, Table of Contents
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Bookseller's Inventory #
G1400065887I3N00
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ISBN
9781400065882 / 1400065887
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Weight
0.39 lbs (0.18 kg)
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Dimensions
8.03 x 5.21 x 0.47 in (20.40 x 13.23 x 1.19 cm)
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Library of Congress subjects
American wit and humor
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Library of Congress Catalog Number
2006051043
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Dewey Decimal Code
818.602
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Summary
In Ant Farm, former Harvard Lampoon president Simon Rich finds humor in some very surprising places. Armed with a sharp eye for the absurd and an overwhelming sense of doom, Rich explores the ridiculousness of our everyday lives. The world, he concludes, is a hopelessly terrifying place--with endless comic potential.--If your girlfriend gives you some "love coupons" and then breaks up with you, are the coupons still valid?--What kind of performance pressure does an endangered male panda feel when his captors bring the last remaining female panda to his cage?--If murderers can get into heaven by accepting Jesus, just how awkward is it when they run into their victims?Join Simon Rich as he explores the extraordinary and hilarious desperation that resides in ordinary life, from cradle to grave."Hilarious." --Jon StewartFrom the Trade Paperback edition.
Excerpt
desert island
I was chatting with a girl at a cocktail party last weekend and she asked me, “If you were stranded on a desert island and you could only take three possessions with you, which ones would you pick?”
“That’s pretty tough,” I said. “I guess my first-edition copy of Bob Dylan’s Highway 61 Revisited, James Merrill’ s Collected Poems, and my lucky Sonic Youth T-shirt.
Well, it turns out the girl was a government research scientist. It’s a long story, but basically when the drugs in my cocktail wore off, I woke up completely naked on a sandy strip of land in the middle of the ocean. A few hours later a jet plane whizzed by and parachute-dropped the record, book, and shirt onto the shore.
I realize now that I definitely could have chosen better items.
“The last three days have been hell. I have no food, shelter,or medicine. The Sonic Youth T-shirt has an enormoustear through the front. It’s pretty cool-looking, and it shows I’ve had the shirt for a long time, since before Sonic Youth got big. But the tear lets in a lot of cold air,and the larger insects keep getting trapped in it.
Every few hours I flip through the Merrill anthology in the hope that one of his poems will be about fire building or water purification or how to make medicine, but so far they’re all useless.
I spent yesterday morning tying the Bob Dylan record to a stick with weeds and swinging it over my head to try to receive radio waves. I don’t remember why I thought that would work.
If I had asked for a Bob Dylan CD, I could have at least used the reflective surface to maybe heat up some sand. I’m not sure what that would accomplish, but at least I’d feel like I was doing something.
This morning I ate the poetry book and the shirt. Tonight, I’m going to try to eat the record.
Let me tell you some more about this island. During the daytime, the sand is so hot that I need to constantly hop from foot to foot to prevent my feet from getting burned. At night it’s below freezing. There are no trees. There’s just sand, weeds, and some kind of volcano. Every fish I’ve caught so far has been poisonous.
I just realized that, technically, my house counts as a possession. I could have asked for my entire house.
I don’t even like Bob Dylan. I just wanted to sound cool.
Media reviews
Citations
- Booklist, 03/01/2007, Page 53
- Booksense Picks, 04/01/2007, Page 1
- Entertainment Weekly, 04/06/2007, Page 80
- Library Journal, 04/15/2007, Page 89
- New York Times, 04/22/2007, Page 21
- People Weekly, 04/16/2007, Page 60
- Publishers Weekly, 02/05/2007, Page 50
About the author
Simon Rich has written for The New Yorker, GQ, Mad, The Harvard Lampoon, and other magazines. He was part of the writing staff of Saturday Night Live and Pixar. He is the author of a novel, Elliot Allagash, and two humor collections, Free-Range Chickens and Ant Farm, which was a finalist for the 2008 Thurber Prize for American Humor. He lives in Brooklyn.
