Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #615700 in Books
• Published on: 2006-12-26
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Hardcover
• 96 pages

Customer Reviews

Heart-Felt Errata

After a book goes to press, readers will send in comments about corrections that are needed. In the next printing, there will sometimes be a brief bound-in page of corrections. If the book goes into another edition, those corrections will be made into the body of the book.

In About Alice, Calvin Trillin seems to be giving us a very brief book (more like a long essay) about where he has misled us about Alice in his earlier nonfiction books. When someone is alive, there's an ability to have fun with the person's quirks. But those satires muddy the real person and run the risk of portraying the wrong message to future generations . . . especially if the person is your wife whom your grandchildren will never know, as the dedication suggests.

In this ultra slim volume, you'll learn that Calvin considers himself luckier in love than any other part of his life: Alice was to him, his true better half . . . whether in beauty, intelligence, good humor, parenting, being loving, or writing.

Alice wasn't a dietitian in sensible shoes: She once took off one of her expensive and stylish shoes to make the point during a Calvin Trillin talk in San Francisco. The post-wedding photograph on the back of the dust jacket makes the same point as she appears letter perfect, smoothly coiffed, exquisitely stylish in her ensemble, and ideally erect while Calvin looks more like a teddy bear who is developing a slight paunch to go with the beginnings of a slouch.

Alice was so attractive that it affected her ability to have normal friendships with women. She had a worse cross to bear: She was considered much brainier than she was beautiful during time when brainless blondes were in demand.

Most writers never show any work to anyone in the family . . . until after it's safely published. Calvin Trillin was eager to show his writing, both because he wanted to impress her and because she gave him good advice. Now theirs must have been a most unique marriage. I know of few writers who would say or do the same.

But unexpectedly, Alice was also mortal. She developed lung cancer at an improbably young age . . . and barely survived. Each day after that was a blessing that made their time together all that much more precious. Then, her heart gave out from complications related to her earlier radiation therapy. Knowing she was dying, Alice hung on to be there for her daughter's wedding.

Between the two bouts of illness, she sought to be generous, considerate, and supportive in all ways. If seeing her didn't bring enough sunshine, her attitude took care of the rest.

Alice, we'll miss you.

Unless you dearly want to have this photograph of Calvin and Alice, I suggest you read the book at the library. It's pretty expensive for the relatively few pages.