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\"The_Laughing_Boy_by_Robert_Henri_-_BMA\"<\/a>

Robert Henri, The Laughing Boy<\/i>, 1910.<\/p><\/div>\n

Last night, I was part of a panel on the late novelist Dame Muriel Spark, in concert with the publication of The Informed Air<\/i><\/a>, a collection of her essays. In no way am I an expert, but I am<\/em> a devoted fan\u2014more and more as I get older\u2014and I was glad to take part in the celebration of a writer who should be more widely read.<\/p>\n

As anyone on the East Coast knows, yesterday was characterized by lashing rains and driving winds\u2014a fact that sort of explains why I was dressed like an old salt in a fisherman\u2019s sweater, wellies, and slicker. (Emphasis on sort of<\/em>. I put on some red lipstick to make it look as though the whole thing was dashing and deliberate, but I don\u2019t think anyone was fooled\u2014or cared.) In spite or maybe because of the monsoon-like conditions, it was a lot of fun, and I came away with a new appreciation for an author whose work is as notable for its guarded compassion as what John Updike termed its \u201csweet sting.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everyone agreed that Spark is frequently hilarious. At least, we thought so. In the course of the conversation, my friend Emily and I discovered that in recent months both of us had attempted to read particularly amusing passages aloud to respective boyfriends, and the men in question were completely unmoved. She wondered if it was a British-American thing; I wondered if it was a male-female thing. Whatever it was, it was awkward. <\/p>\n

By chance, another friend returned my copy of Iris Owens\u2019s After Claude<\/em> this week. It should be said that I consider After Claude<\/em>\u2019s first half to be one of the funniest things I\u2019ve ever read. I literally laughed out loud on the subway, and I\u2019m not prone to losing myself so thoroughly. My friend, however, told me that he \u201ccouldn\u2019t get into it.\u201d And in such situations, there\u2019s no point in explaining why<\/em> something is hilarious\u2014and why someone is wrong.<\/p>\n

Lord knows I\u2019ve been on the other side of this. If I had a nickel for every time I\u2019ve tried to get into The Ginger Man<\/em>, I\u2019d have a dime. The Dud Avocado<\/em> left me stony-faced. We won\u2019t even get started on Douglas Adams. But in no case did I blame these failures on the people who loved the books\u2014I felt the fault lay with me. When we share what we find amusing, we make ourselves vulnerable. As a friend once said, watching someone guffaw at something you can\u2019t get into \u201cis kind of like watching them masturbate.\u201d<\/p>\n

Maybe I\u2019m extra sensitive on the point. My parents used to have quite serious fights about which of the Marx Brothers was funniest\u2014my dad felt that my mom\u2019s preference for Groucho revealed a fundamental character flaw, and by implication, a cache of contemptible conventionality. One always felt that somewhere behind his words was the certainty that, had she been alive and in a position to, she just might have had a Bad War.<\/p>\n

Getting back to Muriel Spark for a moment: we talked about why she was considered a \u201cwoman\u2019s novelist,\u201d and while that is certainly a phrase burdened by generations of condescension, in my book it\u2019s no bad thing. When in 2008 the New York Times<\/em> ArtsBeat blog asked editors of the Book Review to name the funniest novels of all time, the resulting list was overwhelmingly male. Said David Kelly, \u201cSomeone here mentioned Jane Austen, but only halfheartedly and only after I pointed out that not a single novel by a woman had been proposed. What gives?\u201d I find this surprising mostly because the books I find funniest are all by women\u2014and I don\u2019t mean Jane Austen, droll as she can be. (I draw the line at rolling in the subway aisles over the antics of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, although, you know, go for it.) To my mind, it\u2019s hard to beat Memento Mori<\/em> or The Ballad of Peckham Rye<\/em>. Moments of Speedboat<\/em> are as funny as anything I\u2019ve read. Barbara Comyns can be weirdly hilarious, especially in Sisters by a River<\/em>. And my love for Barbara Pym is on the record. For my money, you can\u2019t top the \u201cDominion of the Birds\u201d sequence in Excellent Women<\/em>. But if I had to sum up what I love in one quote:<\/p>\n

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Father Anstruther shook his head, then took a plate and wandered off to choose his tea. \u201cFairies,\u201d he muttered. \u201cWho was it who used to make such deliciously light fairies?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was Mother, Father,\u201d replied Miss Dew, oddly.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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