The Overheard in New York book is out and available to purchase at a bookstore near you. Here’s Publishers Weekly’s glowing review:
Friedman and Malice give equal time to irreverent quips on race, sex, fashion, relationships and city life in this hilarious compilation of snippets from overheard conversations, showing how the people who live in New York give the Big Apple its irreverent charm. Presented in bare-bones dialog format, the book’s hundreds of entries originally appeared on a popular and entertaining website of the same name, perhaps accounting for the book’s “blog meets book of quotations” feel and the lack of any discernible organizational scheme; “Dude: I definitely said, ‘no abortion jokes at dinner.'” and “Drunk guy: That girl’s tits are huge! And it’s snowing!” appear, for instance, on facing pages, but that’s a small gripe for a book that packs a laugh on nearly every page. Although the book has a foreword by Marc Shaiman, the composer of Hairspray, and an introduction by bestselling author Lawrence Block (The Sins of the Fathers, The Burglar on the Prowl, All the Flowers Are Dying), it’s solid enough to stand on its own. This is New York at its rawest and funniest.
So what are you waiting for?
Me, I’m waiting for a chance to actually get to a bookstore — the good ones are all over in Boise, and my new job as a copy editor, along with my ongoing freelance commitments, are keeping me quite busy at the moment. I haven’t seen my dad in two days despite the fact that we currently live in the same house (he’s already gone to visit my mom when I wake up, and I leave for work before he gets back — then he goes to bed before I get home, while I stay awake until the wee hours of the morning), and I’ve only had time to visit my mom for 15 minutes in the past two days. I only had four hours of sleep a couple nights ago, which I don’t handle well — sleeping in is one of my biggest weaknesses. This crunch time should pass within a few days, but in the interim
