Fraud

De: David Rakoff

Narrado por: David Rakoff

You've heard him on This American Life! Now read his book!

Wherever he is, David Rakoff is a fish out of water. Whether impersonating Sigmund Freud in a department store window during the holidays, climbing an icy mountain in cheap loafers, playing an evil modeling agent on a daytime soap opera, or learning primitive survival skills in the wilds of New Jersey, Rakoff doesn't belong. Nor does he try to. Still, he continually finds himself off in the far-flung hinterlands of our culture, notebook or microphone in hand, hoping to conjure that dyed-in-the-wool New York condescension.

And Rakoff tries to be nasty; heaven knows nothing succeeds like the cheap sneer, but he can't quite help noticing that these are actual human beings he's writing about. In his attempts not to pull any punches, the most damaging blows, more often than not, land squarely on his own jaw - hilariously satirizing the writer, not the subject.

And therein lies David Rakoff's genius and his burgeoning appeal. The wry and the heartfelt join in his prose to resurrect that most neglected of literary virtues: wit.

Read the blurbs again on the back. They signal the arrival of a brilliant new American essayist. (Okay, Canadian.)

©2001 David Rakoff (P)2001 Random House, Inc.

Reseñas de la Crítica

"Rakoff possesses a sociologist's eye for places where today’s consoling myths reside." (New York Times)

"David Rakoff’s Fraud showcases his rapier wit, slashing in all directions with slice-of-life insights and cutting remarks, sometimes nicking himself with self-deprecation in his dexterous duello with the American experience." (Publishers Weekly [starred review])

"Rakoff likes to paint himself as urbane to a fault, an outsider anywhere unpaved. But then, in the woods or on a mountaintop, he reveals himself, despite his searing and hilarious observations, to be a completely unrelenting romantic." (Dave Eggers, author of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius)

No as funny as Sedaris

Would you say that listening to this book was time well-spent? Why or why not?

I did not finish the book. I have listened to the first hour or so and then got really bored with it. I listened while driving and my mind would just drift away. The stories were not engaging or funny. It's witty at times, but too self-absorbed and self-centred. If you like Woody Allen's comedy, you may like this. It was not for me.

wonderful book, it was such a shame to lose him

wonderful book, it was such a shame to lose him. well with your time and money.

This book may be a fraud, I was looking for funny

If you could sum up Fraud in three words, what would they be?
Gay NYC Jewish Humor

What did you like best about this story?
I'm 75, female,straight, from a tiny. 2000 population, Southern town, The first adult book I ever read when in the third grade, (my poor little elementary school didn't have a library) was my mother's book club edition of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. I learned that a book can carry you to another world, country, city--into another's mind. I loved it.

So here is a story by a Gay Jewish Man who hates dogs, knows nothing about the outdoors I have loved, doesn't enjoy Christmas or quaint B&Bs in New England, yet, the third time I heard it, we connected. I grew to like the book and him, although I'm sure that had we met in an elevator last December in Rockefeller Center, he would have ignored me as I managed a sideways peek at him. It would have been a longer peek had I known he was an author--but then this book--while a BOOK is still sort of a fraud, as he well knows.

Still he chose to climb a mountain in December for a magazine article. Was horribly out of comfort and place, But he did it, and shared the experience.


What does David Rakoff bring to the story that you wouldn’t experience if you just read the book?
Immediacy.

Was this a book you wanted to listen to all in one sitting?
No

Any additional comments?
This book was out of my comfort zone. I began feeling sorry for this sad man, and ended understanding that people are different, They have different life experiences. Different approaches to life. I found that he and I share many values, dreams, and goals. Hear the book.

Whinny gay Jew surprisingly funny.

Overprivileged whinny gay Jew Ivy League graduate and son-of-psychologist David Rakoff relates tales of life in the big city. He overcomes being Jewish and gay, and goes on to beat cancer and donate sperm. He goes to a lot of weekend retreats too. His story about Steven Segal leading a seminar at a New Age seminar is pretty funny.

A brave and gentle man.

Listening to someone courageous enough to tell the truth,and so very kind was a pleasure. Four more words yes

A great listen

I love David Rakoff. So sad he’s gone. Great perspectives and lots of laughs. I miss him❤️

Writing Worth Relishing

David Rakoff, an eviscerating humorist, writer, and public radio essayist, seems to place himself purposely in situations and locations that New Yorkers like him find uncomfortable. This man, who swears he avoids even going outdoors if at all possible, is sent (or sends himself) on assignments wildly unlike the familiar urban comforts of Manhattan.

He is a city dweller, on assignment behind enemy lines.

In this highly listenable collection of musings, Rakoff climbs a New Hampshire mountain on Christmas Day, attends a week-long Buddhist retreat featuring a vainglorious Steven Seagal, tours the anemic tourist traps around the Loch Ness in Scotland, and joins a kind of wilderness survival camp, Tom Brown’s Tracker School, where he learns how to forage for food and make clothing from animal pelts.

“Amazingly, almost nothing is better at turning rawhide into supple leather than the lipids in the animal’s own brain, worked into the skin like finger paint. A further beautiful economy of nature is that every single animal has just enough brains to tan its own hide.”

He is a penetrating observer whose deadly and deadpan commentary pops the pretentious conceits of every treasured culture and conviction like soap bubbles. He frequently skewers himself in the process.

“I am disheartened to learn that the place where I’ll be staying is a bed and breakfast, not a hotel. My heart sinks. That means there is probably neither television nor phone in my room. And I have very little patience for what is generally labeled ‘charming.’ In particular, ‘country charm.’ I have an intense dislike of flowered wallpaper, ditto jam of all sorts. The former is in all-too-abundant evidence when I enter the inn, and the latter, I’m sure, lies in ominous wait, somewhere in the cheery kitchen.”

The final meditation is titled, “I Used to Bank Here, But That Was Long, Long Ago.” He refers to a Toronto sperm bank, which he describes as “the conflation of climax and commerce.” He recounts his struggle with Hodgkin’s lymphoma at the age of 22, “the dilettante cancer,” he calls it, fairly easily cured. “I was a cancer tourist.” We learn that he is writing this essay at age 35, describing his successful treatment of the disease that would return to kill him in 2012, at age 47.

No narrator could improve upon the delivery of the author himself, whose nuance of expression intensifies the finely honed scalpel of his writing.

So Funny!

I listen to a lot of humor (to try to write better humor), and Rakoff, in my opinion, is one of the best! I love all of his detailed descriptions too, self-talk, honesty, etc.!

Fall in Love with David Rakoff

This was my introduction to David Rakoff. His writing is beautiful, almost melodic. His voice is mesmerizing. Smart, funny and thoughtful.

Genius

There’s no one like David Rakoff. An original genius who died too young. And so grateful that his voice lives on as he narrates his own work.