The common thread is that I will always try to be entertaining—sometimes thought-provoking, sometimes satirical or just plain silly, whatever seems appropriate to the topic, but always entertaining in some way.I have a great love for the art of the written word, for humor, and for reading and writing essays.
Exactly, or even generally, what I will write about is not something I care to pin down for I intend it to be whatever is on my mind at the moment I take on the chore of writing it.
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Later, I wrote movie reviews of films I had admittedly not seen, explaining what happened to cause me to miss or lose interest in the screening and why the title was enough for me to guess if the film was good, bad, or somewhere in between.
Two titles I recall are “Rocky” and “Blood Sucking Freaks.” I remember sitting in a large lecture hall one morning watching two students in the row in front of me giggling at my “Blood Sucking Freaks” review and one asked the other, “I wonder what this Cooper guy is like?
Anyone can pick the stories he likes best, and usually does. She also needed a good swift clout on the side of the face." Or there's "Christmas afternoon, done in the manner, if not the spirit of Dickens." And there are the horrible little Benchley children in such selections as "Kiddie-Kar Travel" and "The Stranger Within Our Gates." Shakespeare, the opera, and the French language get theirs, in bitter doses.
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And the good part about it is that nobody ever gets too excited about someone, else's opinion of Benchley; that is how he wrote, and that is why a hundred years from now people will still be saying, "Good old Benchley, they don't write like him these days." The one called "Family Life in America" is a satisfying parody of the American naturalistic school: "The street was covered with slimy mud. Bernice didn't work in the laundry but she wished that she did so the hot air would kill her. Sometimes a line stands out alone, like the crafty nostalgia of "It was April, long before Spring had really understood what was expected of her." Or the smooth unexpectedness of, "One evening I had been working late in my laboratory fooling round with some gin and other chemicals." A reviewer is tempted to say that here is some of the best of Benchley-ana, if he were not afraid that the master would descend from among the happier angels, and write off a little piece called "--Anas, Their Use and Function." The comprehensive resource for navigating the job search, composing strong resumes and cover letters, performing at interviews, using Harvard’s Campus Interview Program, and profiles from alumni in different industries.
This, of course, can be easily disproved by the fact that Nat, one of them, has chosen as fine and as funny a collection of Benchley stories as any the humorist himself collected and published in book form.
Benchley's style, however, is a different matter indeed. Not that his stories are invariably that way, but a good part of them are.
Oddly enough it is quite unnecessary to know anything about Benchley the Man.
Perhaps some might delve into his life and find that his children were all either congenital idiots or monsters.