No, this isn't arrow-through-the-head or wild-and-craaazy-guy stuff. Martin here inhabits the mind of an OCD man whose obsessions merely exaggerate our own (well, men's anyway). It's a funny, moving story that Martin reads in his own inimitable way of spitting consonants and odd inflections. Highly recommended.
This book started a bit slowly, and it was hard to identify initially with Daniel and all of his quirks and issues. But it built into such a heartwarming story, and it was wrapped up in a bow at the end. Happy endings, especially when the setup seems somewhat bleak, are to be treasured.
Don't be turned off by how much time is spent enumerating Daniel's challenges in dealing with "real life", stick with it and you will be rewarded. More satisfying ending than Shop Girl, I can't wait for his next novel.
I really enjoyed _Shopgirl_, and I was looking forward to _The Pleasure of My Company_. Unfortunately, it is the first book on tape upon which I've ever simply given up. It really is that bad. Essentially, the humor in the story boils down to "hey, this guy has OCD, isn't that funny? It's funny, right? Laugh, it's funny!" Frankly, it's just tiresome.
didn't like the book. it was not funnily written and read even worse. being an actor you would think Steve Martin would have done a better job reading. his reading was only second worse to his writing
This book was very different than I thought it would be. Although it ended up to be a pretty good book, it was very weird starting out. I kept expecting it to be a autobiographical work which it is not. Funny, subtle and warm. It was an ok book but not great.
I really wanted to like this story, and as another reviewer says, the only redeeming element is the author's narration. Steve Martin is a comedic genious; however, the longer I listened, the more I began to realize there would be no "pay-off" at the end of nearly 5 hours. I bought this as a break from my usual mystery/thrillers. Oh well. It's not the worst audible book I've purchased, but extremely far from the best.
Now I like Steve Martin, but this book is self indulgent and reads like a prolonged and increasingly dull monolog. One must conclude the only thing that got this published was Steve Martin's name. One can practically hear his high school English teacher telling him to use more metaphors; indeed this book has more metaphors than Martin has pennies in the bank (for example). Love your humor, Mr. Martin, but please go back to stand-up and films.
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Steve, you've successfully developed a public persona that interfers with a reader accepting this latest novella as a legitimate work of fiction. You should not write first-person prose. Your fame has engrained a funny, off-beat personality into Americans' minds and for your to a) ask readers to separate everything they are familiar with you from the funny, off-beat personality of Daniel; and b) to then solidify the connection between you and this character by going on to narrate the book is asking too much of us readers.
"Shop Girl" worked because you stepped back and created a world without Steve Martin in it. Now I hear you're going to play in the movie version. Come on--you're smart--think about this. Separate Steve Martin the novelist from Steve Martin famous TV and movie actor and comediene. You can do it.
This book is really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really bad. If you've stayed with this review this long, then you probably have the tolerance to put up with this inane dribble. This book is like one of these 1980's Saturday Night Live skits that had no point and no puchline and just served to separate commercial breaks. At least SNL only lasted an hour. This book is not funny. Just sad.