In The Pleasure of My Company, Steve Martin's second novel, all of the enjoyments of the critically acclaimed best seller Shopgirl are present: the tender portrayal of loneliness and love; a character's quest to reach out and engage the world; as well as laugh-out-loud humor and language that is brilliantly inventive. But in the story of Daniel Pecan Cambridge and the people who inhabit the insular universe he is seeking to expand (if only one small square at a time) Steve Martin has achieved something extraordinary: the chronicle of a modern-day neurotic yearning to break free.
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"This novella is a delight....A complex mix of wit, poignancy, and Martin's clear, great affection for his characters." (Publishers Weekly)
"A genuinely funny and surprisingly touching tale. As compassionate as it is funny." (Kirkus Reviews)
"A few of the episodes build to moments of hilarity, and Martin's gift for comedic metaphor is uniquely his own." (The New York Times Book Review)
If you appreciate his humor in his tv or movie work, then this book is enjoyable. I like his portrayal of a quirky neurotic who is able to find his identity through his interactions with other "supposedly normal" people.
Not what you expect, or hope for, from Steve Martin. But compelling, clever and gripping for all that. Great characters, and life-enhancing stuff.
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.
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.
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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