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Tiny Ladies in Shiny Pants: Based on a True Story by Jill Soloway β€” book cover

Tiny Ladies in Shiny Pants: Based on a True Story

by Jill Soloway
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Overview

This hilarious, whip-smart collection of essays from a top writer and producer of Six Feet Under crisscrosses from the highly personal (conflating her own loss of virginity and the Kobe Bryant accusations), to the political (what she has in common with Monica and Chandra), to the outrageously Los Angelean (why women wear huge diamonds and what they must do to get them). Tiny Ladies in Shiny Pants is a genre-defying combination of personal essay and memoir, or a hilarious, unruly and unapologetic evaluation of society, religion, sex, love, and -- best of all -- Jill Soloway.

Synopsis

This hilarious, whip-smart collection of essays from a top writer and producer of Six Feet Under crisscrosses from the highly personal (conflating her own loss of virginity and the Kobe Bryant accusations), to the political (what she has in common with Monica and Chandra), to the outrageously Los Angelean (why women wear huge diamonds and what they must do to get them). Tiny Ladies in Shiny Pants is a genre-defying combination of personal essay and memoir, or a hilarious, unruly and unapologetic evaluation of society, religion, sex, love, and -- best of all -- Jill Soloway.

Publishers Weekly

There's one joke that Soloway, writer and co-executive producer of Six Feet Under, keeps coming back to, about a little girl who tells her mom a boy has paid her to climb a telephone pole. Her mom keeps telling her he just wants to see her panties... so the girl says she's "fooled" him, by taking them off. It's an apt metaphor for Soloway's view of women's situation today, which, she says, is ruled by the "Porno-ization of America," with younger women wanting breast implants and white boys thinking pimps are the height of cool. Soloway's rants are right-on and entertaining, too, probably because she includes herself among the occasionally deluded. She recounts her own 1970s upbringing as a liberated child who thought she might become president, only by seventh grade she'd "forgotten what Bella Abzug looked like" and gotten her "Ophelia card stamped." Fortunately, she recovered to become a delightfully sex-positive "Jewess" ("a word invented by others to conjure someone bossy... that I have reappropriated as prideful") who can joke about her cute "Jewish bush," her fun lesbian sister and her own unaccountable attraction to "Toolbelts" (hunky construction worker kind of guys). Soloway's book is an amusing work of feminist humor. Agent, Dan Greenberg. (Sept. 14) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

About the Author, Jill Soloway


Jill Soloway is an Emmy-nominated writer and co-executive producer for HBO's Six Feet Under and creator of Sit n' Spin, a night of comedic storytelling in Los Angeles, where she lives with her husfriend and her son.

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Editorials

Publishers Weekly

There's one joke that Soloway, writer and co-executive producer of Six Feet Under, keeps coming back to, about a little girl who tells her mom a boy has paid her to climb a telephone pole. Her mom keeps telling her he just wants to see her panties... so the girl says she's "fooled" him, by taking them off. It's an apt metaphor for Soloway's view of women's situation today, which, she says, is ruled by the "Porno-ization of America," with younger women wanting breast implants and white boys thinking pimps are the height of cool. Soloway's rants are right-on and entertaining, too, probably because she includes herself among the occasionally deluded. She recounts her own 1970s upbringing as a liberated child who thought she might become president, only by seventh grade she'd "forgotten what Bella Abzug looked like" and gotten her "Ophelia card stamped." Fortunately, she recovered to become a delightfully sex-positive "Jewess" ("a word invented by others to conjure someone bossy... that I have reappropriated as prideful") who can joke about her cute "Jewish bush," her fun lesbian sister and her own unaccountable attraction to "Toolbelts" (hunky construction worker kind of guys). Soloway's book is an amusing work of feminist humor. Agent, Dan Greenberg. (Sept. 14) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews

Soloway, an Emmy-nominated writer for HBO's Six Feet Under, should have quit while she was ahead. Instead, she proffers this dreary collection of autobiographical essays describing her obsession with celebrities, the boring sex she's had, her shrink, her friendships with gay men, her dislike of dogs, her home office with the purple walls and the "hippie-dippie Moroccan bed." Soloway (whose short story "Courtney Cox's Asshole" was collected in Best American Erotica 2003 and caught the attention of director Alan Ball) is so fed up with the opposite sex that she wants to buy a tract of land in northern California, to be populated entirely by women; men can come for visits. Worried that a name like Wombtown would scare off potential recruits, she decides to call her haven Feather Crest. The author has a tiring penchant for WRITING IN ALL CAPS and using lots of exclamation marks!!! Despite her insistence in the introduction that this book is not mainly about sex, Soloway provides plenty of sex talk throughout. That would be fine if it didn't seem gratuitous and superfluous, but often it is. (Ex: "Have you ever had a penis in your mouth and thought, 'What the hell am I doing? I have a penis in my mouth!'" At least it wasn't all in caps.) Occasionally, Soloway gets a laugh-her comparison of Jewish men and construction workers in bed is pretty droll-but most of her attempts at humor are just not smart enough to be funny. Her musings on her son's Jewish identity are engaging, and the essay "Monica, Chandra, and Me" morphs magically from an intriguing analysis of Monica Lewinsky into a stirring ode to Soloway's parents and grandparents. But these elevated moments are too few. Embarrassing,self-indulgent and just plain boring.

Book Details

Published
October 1, 2006
Publisher
Simon & Schuster Adult Publishing Group
Pages
272
Format
Paperback
ISBN
9780743272186

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