Fleishman Is in Trouble

by Taffy Brodesser-Akner

love means never having to say you’re sorry.

Bullshit

It was best to stay off Facebook.

but also that’s not how you play Othello.)

But that IS how Othello is played

“People who say they like jazz are lying.”)

These were criminals—yes, most of them were real, live criminals. Not always with jailable offenses, but certainly morally abhorrent ones: They had offshore accounts or they underpaid their assistants or they didn’t pay taxes on their housekeepers or they were NRA members.

That poor fucker, Toby thought.

even though they were called Mommy and Me (truthfully they should have been called Nanny and Me).

He died as he lived: in a hotel room in Las Vegas, practicing autoerotic asphyxiation. There were two young women with him at the time, both sex workers.

The men hadn’t had any external troubles. They didn’t have a fear that they didn’t belong. They hadn’t had any obstacles. They were born knowing they belonged, and they were reassured at every turn just in case they’d forgotten.

What bullshit

My voice only came alive when I was talking about someone else;

Mary Sue much? Or is that the point?

“Only drunk people talk about Maslow’s hierarchy of needs,”

got more laid.

Got laid more

“I liked that it was over.”

I have the same thoughts about the novel, but it's only almost over.

“Marriage always reminds me of that old saying about democracy,” I told him. “It’s the worst form of government, other than all the other forms of government.”