Reviews for Bossypants

Booklist Reviews 2011 May #1
*Starred Review* Don't judge a book by its cover, or then again, maybe, in this case, do. Fey herself, hair gracefully blowing, perfectly made-up face resting on her . . . undeniably belonging-to-a-man arms. Of her many talents, perhaps the utmost is the ability to be funny both when condemning her morning breath (which, these days, she claims, "smells like a snail left in the sun") and slyly tapping hot-button political and feminist issues on the shoulder. This smartly written, satisfying compilation of essays is a delightful mishmash (a few stories have recently run in the New Yorker) of depictions of Fey as a child, on her honeymoon, as a chubby coed, and spending long days and nights in the real 30 Rock. Fey provides lots of script excerpts and insider info that TV fans will find interesting, such as the formerly unknown "male comedy writers pee in cups in their offices" phenomenon, but there isn't really a bad apple in the bunch. Fey presents an earnest showcase of praise for fellow writers and comedians and for Sarah Palin's hairstylist. Fey has fearlessly clambered her way up the ranks of a man's world. But sigh not! This famously normal and fabulously talented celebrity still puts on her bossypants one leg at a time. Copyright 2011 Booklist Reviews.

Kirkus Reviews 2011 August #1
One of the world's cleverest comedy writers debuts with a frequently hilarious memoir. Perhaps best known to mass audiences for her writing and performances on Saturday Night Live, Fey's most inventive work is likely her writing for the critically acclaimed TV show 30 Rock, in which she stars alongside Alec Baldwin and fellow SNL alum Tracy Morgan. In typical self-deprecating style, the author traces her awkward childhood and adolescence, rise within the improv ranks of Second City and career on the sets of SNL and 30 Rock. The chapter titles--e.g., "The Windy City, Full of Meat," "Peeing in Jars with Boys" and "There's a Drunk Midget in My House"--provide hints at the author's tone, but Fey is such a fluid writer, with her impeccable sense of comic timing extending to the printed page, that near-constant jokes and frequent sidebars won't keep readers from breezing through the book with little trouble, laughing most of the way. Though she rarely breaks the onslaught of jokes (most at her own expense), she does offer an insightful section on the exhaustively analyzed concept of the "working mom," which she finds tedious. (Even here, the author finds plenty of room for humor--not wanting to admit she uses a nanny, Fey writes, "I will henceforth refer to our nanny as our Coordinator of Toddlery.") Fey may not sling a lot of dirt about her many famous co-stars in Second City, SNL and 30 Rock, but her thoughts on her geeky adolescence, the joys of motherhood and her rise to TV stardom are spot-on and nearly always elicit a hearty laugh. Even the jacket copy is amusing: "Once in a generation a woman come along who changes everything. Tina Fey is not that woman, but she met that woman once and acted weird around her." Highly recommended, even for those who have already read the excerpts in the New Yorker. Fey is one of the funniest people working today. Copyright Kirkus 2011 Kirkus/BPI Communications.All rights reserved.

Library Journal Reviews 2010 November #2

In this big biggie, as the publicist puts it, Fey doesn't give a blow-by-blow account of her life but reflects on the joys (ha, ha) of balancing work, marriage, and motherhood. Watch her agonize drolly over finding the perfect beauty routine and embodying Sarah Palin. Be prepared to buy a couple; with a big national tour.

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