Thank You For Having Me by Lorrie Moore, 2014
The magic trick:
So, I’m pretty obsessed with puns. Have been for a long time. And I know it might seem trite to celebrate the wordplay in Lorrie Moore’s writing. She’s obviously much more than mere pun artist, but hey, is there anything wrong in that anyway?
Just in stories we’ve featured this week on the blog, we’ve had:
- A lass, alas
- Herbed chicken to get in her-bed
- Faux foe
- Subject to search
- I do, you do, doo-doo
- I swayed. I stayed. I did not get in the way.
- Disturb and disturb
It all goes a long way to keep what amounts to a series of sad stories where not much happens moving quick with a sense of fun. Well, maybe not fun, but at least a light touch.
“Thank You For Having Me” is a play on words, too. Less cute, more meaningful. The story explores the balance between frustration and gratitude; the fine line between humility and being the butt of the joke. The multiple meanings of the story’s title sets up those concepts very nicely. And that’s quite a trick on Moore’s part.
“Mom, what are you doing?” asked my fifteen-year-old daughter, Nickie. “You look like a crazy lady sitting in the kitchen like this.”
“I’m just listening to some music.”
“But like this?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You are so totally disturbing me,” she said.