Bossypants
by
Tina Fey
Though I had no particular intention to do so, I have ended up reading two autobiographies by American female comics (Comedienne sounds like it belongs in a Victorian Drawing Room). As an avid reader and fan of this blog, you already know what I thought of Sarah Silverman's effort. It's a little unfair to compare the two, as Fey is a writer and actress primarily, whereas Silverman comes from more of a stand-up background.
As seems to be the case with every famous comic in America, Fey is a Saturday Night Live alumnus. This programme has near mythical status amongst US-comics, but I've never hugely warmed to it. Bits and pieces of it are good, but in general I think comedy programmes lose something by insisting on being live. I just don't see the benefits.
Anyway, to the book. Fey is a funny and generous person - or at least she writes like one. She is never stingy with praise of others, and self-depreciating when it comes to herself. There are great big lumps of her life missing - presumably done by her editors. It's possibly a shame as her early life seems just as interesting as when she becomes famous. Her description of her dad, who she idolises makes me want to meet him. Sadly for someone as collaborative as Fey, there's very little in the way of juicy gossip or hanging people out to dry. Even Sarah Palin (Arguably the making of Fey) turns out to be a nice person when they meet each other.
The book is really only for those who are fans of her work or enthusiasts of the American comedy scene. I suppose I'm both of those things and as such found it an easy and quick read. I wish I could be more effusive with my language, but it was a good book, it made me smile, and thats it.







