“SeinLanguage,” by Jerry Seinfeld, Bantam Books, 1993.
I picked up this book from the free donation shelf at my local Jewish Community Canter (JCC). Because of it’s age, I would not recommend paying money for it, but 1993 was about the year when he was doing the “Seinfeld” TV series.
He writes about topics for the young and single, which is barely a distant memory for me. Still, the book was free and with lots of white space. I could finish it at one sitting. He talks about sex, dating, diving, and first jobs, all old stuff to me, but that was his time of life. It reads like his monologues.
On the positive side, since the essays read like the monologues, they are short and disconnected from the others. This means you can read a few and pick up later to read more without remembering anything that preceded.
But the book does not hold up as well as his monologues. The problem is the shear numbers. In a monologue, he points out an insight that you missed, then goes on to give a sample dialogue if this insight were true. This is funny. But the book gives a hundred insights, and you feel, “Okay, I missed those. I’m stupider than you. I admit it.” That is not so funney.
I was glad to find the book, but I wouldn’t pay money for it. Not now. (I am trying to get rid of the books I have.)