I just read Laurie Notaro's "There's a (slight) chance I might be going to Hell" and I've decided I like it. Sometimes her work strikes me as self-indulgent, but in a rare moment of clarity I realized that most writing is. I am not exempt from that. Actually, sometimes when I read my old entries my own self indulgence makes me gag.
Anyway I think I figured out I really liked her book the other night when I was reading in bed and Brendan was asleep and she was describing an incident in which the main character was having difficulty removing a sweater, and I was laughing because it was so funny, but trying not to laugh out loud or shake too much so I wouldn't wake Brendan up, which made it funnier.