Last week, a dear friend, and fellow Nora Ephron devotee, texted to tell me she had started listening to I Feel Bad About My Neck. She was listening to it on audio and recommended that I do the same. Hearing her voice, she assured me, was part of the charm of the book. She was right.
I laughed out loud on many occasions, and I even felt near to tears at others. Nora Ephron, in my mind, was a genius and I am so sad that the world will never have anything new from her. Hearing her mention what life would be like when she was 80, or describing the death of friends was a sad reminder that she was gone. But, in typical Nora fashion, those moments were also so relatable that the sadness melted into understanding and I, like my friend, was just happy to hear her voice knowing it is forever recorded on these books.
I enjoyed her literal voice and her figurative one. It was fun to see how not only her words, but her inflections had found themselves into her movies through the characters. And thinking back on her catalog I can now see in my mind’s eye which movies she actually directed because, in no uncertainty, her way of speaking rubbed off on the actors who were putting her lines onto the screen. Not only that, but the tidbits from her life that made it into movies were also endearing (and not just Heartburn, since that is the most obvious of all).
I highly recommend this book. I enjoyed it so much that I have delved directly into another of hers already. But would you do me a favor? Would you listen to it? Because really, it’s more like (what I imagine) sitting around her famous dinner table, at one of her famous dinner parties, hearing her weave a tale to entertain her guests. You’ll never even realize that three hours have passed by at the close of the book.