Sunday, January 17, 2010

The divine bovine

Trust me on this: you need to drop whatever you're doing right now and go read Woody Allen's story "Udder Madness" in the current New Yorker.

I don't want to ruin the ending for you, but the sentence that pushed me over the edge includes the words "lampshade" and "pustule." If you can read it without laughing, dial 911.

2 comments:

Bardiac said...

You're right! Thanks for pointing it out! (Woody Allen's short stories were always so good!)

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the link and the laugh!

PS - my word is 'tramic', which somehow seems like a fitting word to describe a lot of Allen's work :)