As reviewed on Bookendbabes.com:
The Cursing Mommy’s Book of Days, by Ian Frazier, reviewed by a real Cursing Mommy – without actually using any cursewords.
Posted on October 4, 2012 by Leslie Langtry
My name is Leslie Langtry…and I’m a Cursing Mommy…
True story – two years ago, my boss walks into my office and hands me this column in The New Yorker, called ‘The Cursing Mommy.’
“I read this and it reminded me of you…” she said cryptically before leaving – making me wonder if there was a file on me and my swearing somewhere. And if there was a file, wasn’t it really too late by now? Would my boss institute a swear jar (No way I could afford to continue working there if they did)? And if so, could I start drinking on the job?
I read the column and laughed hysterically. I became a huge fan of The Cursing Mommy.
So imagine my blissed-out ecstasy (go ahead, imagine it…I’ll wait) when I discovered that a book was coming out!
The Cursing Mommy is someone I know all women can relate to (and according to my family – literally am). She strives for inner peace while dealing with her loserish husband – Larry, her arson loving (and as a result, ridiculously over-medicated) son - Trevor, her other son who has a gift for swooning at school every day - Kyle, and her idiot father in assisted living. The Cursing Mommy uses, um, other words to describe them, but we run a clean, G-rated ship here at Book End Babes (and I promised Dani I’d stop swearing).
Our heroine has her issues, like everyone else – from freak sandstorms, to Trevor’s interest in burning down buildings and making giant snow penises, to Larry’s wealthy lecherous boss, to an elementary school that requires the fourth graders to do all maintenance – including the electrical rewiring, and finally, her tormentors at her worthless father’s assisted living. She finds her zen moment (repeatedly) by lying on the floor with a bottle of scotch/vodka/wine, swearing about the George W. Bush administration – who are to blame for all her problems.
The only curious thing is that the book is written by a man – something I won’t hold against him (CLEARLY he was a woman in another life). In fact, I’m going to start a fraternal order of Cursing Mommys and launch a campaign to make Ian Frazier an honorary one of us. I think it would be more popular than the Masons (and we wouldn’t wear some stupid fez either).
Your first assignment before forming a local chapter – read The Cursing Mommy’s Book of Days. I’ll get started on the secret handshake.