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Show me on the doll -- Lost in space -- Take a stab at it -- Its always home you miss -- Light pollution -- If you sprinkle -- An abbreviated catalog of tongues -- Le Paris -- Off the back of a truck.;Crosleys easy, charming voice in the face of minor suffering or potential drudgery has been described as a mix between Dorothy Parker and David Sedaris. In these hilarious and insightful essays, she packs up her sensibility and takes readers with her to Paris, to Portugal (where she falls in with a group of Portuguese clowns), and to Alaska (where she discovers wearing bear bells is a matter of self-defense). Then its back to New York, where new apartments beckon and taxi rides go awry.

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Table of Contents ALSO BY SLOANE CROSLEY I Was Told Thered Be Cake In - photo 1
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ALSO BY SLOANE CROSLEY

I Was Told Thered Be Cake
In the interest of privacy names and identifying characteristics have been - photo 2
In the interest of privacy, names and identifying characteristics have been changed, timelines have been compressed, and same of the dialogue is more exact than some of the other dialogue. Although subject to impression and memory, this is a work of nonfiction. The events described have happened. Except, of course, for a couple of passages, which Im pretty sure have been so distorted by interpretation that no place and no one involved with them actually exist, including myself including you.
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The following stories have appeared, in somewhat different form, in the following publications:
Lost in Space in Salon
Light Pollution in Vice

Copyright 2010 by Sloane Crosley
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Published simultaneously in Canada

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Crosley Sloane.
How did you get this number: essays / Sloane Crosley.
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eISBN : 978-1-101-18828-6
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PS3603 R673H
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To my parents. For everything.*

* Everything except the two-week period in 1995 directly following the time you went to Ohio for a wedding and I threw a party in the house, which is the most normal thing a teenage American can do, aside from lie about it, which I also did, and Mom eyed me suspiciously for days, morphing into a one-woman Scotland Yard, marching into my bedroom with a fistful of lint from the dryer to demonstrate that I had mysteriously washed all the towels, and then she waited until we were in a nice restaurant to scream, Someone vomited on my couch, I know it! and Dad took away my automotive privileges straight through college so that I spent the subsequent four years likening you both to Stasi foot soldiers, confined as I was to a campus-on-the-hill when I could have been learning how to play poker at the casinos down the road and making bad decisions at townie bars. I think we can all agree you overreacted.
For everything except that, I am profoundly grateful. I have only the greatest affection for you now. Also: I vomited on the couch.
He had no especial desire to meet or to know any of these people; all he demanded was the right to look on and conjecture, to watch the pageant.... He was now entirely rid of his nervous misgivings, of his forced aggressiveness, of the imperative desire to show himself different from his surroundings. He felt now that his surroundings explained him. Nobody questioned the purple; he had only to wear it passively. He had only to glance down at his attire to reassure himself that here it would be impossible for anyone to humiliate him.
WILLA CATHER, PAULS CASE, 1905
Show Me on the Doll
There is only one answer to the question: Would you like to see a three a.m. performance of amateur Portuguese circus clowns?
But as I sat in an open-air bar on my last night in Lisbon, drinking wine with my coat still on, I couldnt bring myself to give it. These werent the universally frightening species of clown, the ones who are never not scary. No one likes a clown who reminds them of why they hate ice-cream-truck music. These were more the Cirque du Soleiltype clown. The attractive jesters found on the backs of playing cards. They had class. They had top hats. And I? I had a pocketful of change I couldnt count. I had paid for my wine in the dark by opening my hand and allowing the bartender to remove the correct coins, as if he were delousing my palm. It was the December before I turned thirty. I was in a place I had no business being. The last thing I needed was a front-row seat to some carnie hipster adaptation of Eyes Wide Shut.
Besides, I had nothing left to prove. When you spin a globe and point to a city and actually go to that city, you build an allowance of missed opportunities on the back end. No one could accuse me of not living in the moment if I opted out of one lousy underground freak show. I had done enough on the risk-taking front just by it being winter and me being the sole American in all of Lisbon. If you had taken a flash census of the city, you might have found a few other Americans, businessmen and women holed up in three-star hotel suites, surrounded by a variety of ineffective lighting options. But I knew in the pit of my stomach that I was the only tourist from my country drifting around Europes sea capital.
While the emotional sum total of my trip would eventually add up to happiness, while I would feel a protective bond with the few objects I acquired in Lisbona necklace from a street fair, a piece of cracked tile, a pack of Portuguese cigarettes called Portuguesehidden between the cathedral and castle tours was the truth: I have never felt more alone than I did in Lisbon. A human being can spend only so much time outside her comfort zone before she realizes she is still tethered to it. Like a dog on one of those retractable leashes, I had made it all the way to Europes curb when I began to feel a slight tug around my neck.
The problem wasnt merely the total annihilation of English, as if English had taken too many sets of X-rays at the dentists office and had been radiated to the point of disintegration. I do not roam the planet assuming that everyone speaks English. The problem was I dove headlong into an off-season culture that assumes everyone speaks Portuguese. A delusion that I adopted at first, and that inspired a temporary Portuguese patriotism in me, accompanied by a self-shaming for not being fluent myself. I had traveled to Romance-language regions before, sometimes alone, and found that as much as people like you to attempt communication in their language, what they like even more is for you to stop butchering it. In most cultures, the natives will let you get about four sentences in before they put you out of your misery. In Portugal, I kept waiting for that kindly metaphorical hand to reach across the pastry counter or the gift-shop register, pinch my tongue, and say, Enough already. I was going to be waiting a long time. How poorly did I have to imitate their infamously irregular verbs before someone squished my cheeks into submission? Was this place not sleepy, as the guidebooks described, but completely unconscious?
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