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Feb 04, Minutes. A woman sets out to seduce motivational speaker Tony Robbins—turning for help to the famed motivator himself. A new arrival in Heaven, overwhelmed with options, procrastinates over a long-ago promise to visit his grandmother. We meet Sophia, the first artificially intelligent being capable of love, who falls for a man who might not be ready for it himself; a vengeance-minded hare, obsessed with scoring a rematch against the tortoise who ruined his life; and post-college friends who try to figure out how to host an intervention in the era of Facebook.
Along the way, we learn why wearing a red T-shirt every day is the key to finding love, how February got its name, and why the stock market is sometimes just.
Across a dazzling range of subjects, themes, tones, and narrative voices, the many pieces in this collection are like nothing else, but they have one thing in common: they share the playful humor, deep heart, sharp eye, inquisitive mind, and altogether electrifying spirit of a writer with a fierce devotion to the entertainment of the reader. Finding inspiration in questions from the nature of perfection to the icing on carrot cake, One More Thing has at its heart the most human of phenomena: love, fear, hope, ambition, and the inner stirring for the one elusive element just that might make a person complete.
We also meet Sophia, the first artificially intelligent being capable of love, who falls for a man who might not be ready for it himself; a vengeance-minded hare, obsessed with scoring a rematch against the tortoise who ruined his life; and post-college friends who try to figure out how to host an intervention in the era of Facebook. Finding inspiration in questions from the nature of perfection to the icing on carrot cake, One More Thing has at its heart the most human of phenomena: love, fear, hope, ambition, and the inner stirring for the one elusive element that might just make a person complete.
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Even when confronted with the sharpest, funniest prose, many people will respond with nothing more than a quiet chuckle. Whatever the reason, all I can say is good luck chuckling quietly during One More Thing , the wonderfully cockeyed, consistently hilarious debut from B. His style is part Steven Wright and part Charlie Kaufman, married with a sharp ear for and satire of contemporary pop culture. A gifted observer of the human condition and a very funny writer capable of winning that rare thing: unselfconscious, insuppressible laughter.
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The same might be said of Mr. Novak is nimble at showing how easily the ordinary can morph into the extraordinary and adept at making us see the surreal in the everyday. A funny writer with a great ear, but also as a genuine storyteller with an observant eye and finely tuned emotional radar. But first, they looked up their friends, the ones they had shared for the main length of their life together. They brought to each house a bottle of wine that never emptied, and they visited everyone for hours, laughing late into the night, reminiscing and gossiping about who had died and who hadn't.
Then they'd wake up early the next morning, make coffee and French toast, and talk about the friends they had visited and whether or not heaven had changed them.
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Next they went to see Tim's parents, who were doing very well and were very happy to see both of them. Lynn was surprised to hear this. Tim had never met Lynn's father, but he had heard all about their relationship. Her father abandoned her family when she was thirteen and only saw her once more, when he showed up unannounced at her high school graduation and tried to reconcile, ruining the day for her. She had retaliated by rebuffing him publicly and rudely. She did not want to see him at all, but she could tell it was the right thing to do, and heaven was the kind of place that made you want to do the right thing.
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Lynn's father opened the door to his oversized condominium with a huge grin. Of course he would have a condominium in heaven. Or close that chapter. Or whatever. I did it.
You know? Now you can enjoy heaven with a clear conscience. We want to come visit you. I have a wife now—I want you to meet her! I'm seeing some friends, and there's a couple concerts I want to see How about next weekend? The weekend after this coming weekend, I mean. Sure, we could do that. Or we could order in. Lot of options. Let's decide closer to then, okay? And also, there's a lot to do here, you know? I hadn't seen you, I hadn't explored heaven—it's not like anyone's going anywhere There's something I have to be at on Saturday.
And then I'm actually checking out some shows next week—actually, is two weeks okay? A week from next Friday? Can you pencil that in? A week from Friday, Tim and Lynn showed up at the door of Nana's house. On the door there was a note:. Tim: Tried to call you last minute but no one picked up. So sorry but there's a concert I just had to see with some friends.
Won't be back till very late. So sorry. Must reschedule. Talk soon. I love you! Tim and Lynn walked through the streets of heaven at sunset. A breeze blew through the pink-and-purple air. Dogs barked, birds sang. Children with old souls finally laughed lightly. Horses, bicycles, and vintage convertible cars shared the wide streets. It was transcendent: a private concert and an arena show at the same time.
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None of the things that had kept them away from live-music events before had made it into heaven. No sweat or aggression in their row. No songs from the new album that the musician was overly sincere about now but would be embarrassed by in a few years.
No confusion or pressure as to whether they should sit or stand or dance or put their hands in the air. The sound was impeccable. So was the stage design. They could eat, drink, smoke, make out. They had front-row seats. There were no crowds. They were literally the only people there.
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