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also by JESSE EISENBERG

The Revisionist: A Play

Asuncion: A Play

The Spoils: A Play

BREAM
GIVES ME
HICCUPS
& other stories
JESSE
EISENBERG

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Copyright 2015 by Jesse Eisenberg
Illustrations copyright 2015 by Jean Jullien
Jacket design and illustration by Jean Jullien
Author photograph by Marzena Wasikowska
Book design by Fearn Cutler de Vicq

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Printed in the United States of America
FIRST EDITION

ISBN 978-0-8021-2404-3
eISBN 978-0-8021-9081-9

Grove Press
an imprint of Grove Atlantic
154 West 14th Street
New York, NY 10011

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CONTENTS

I. BREAM GIVES ME HICCUPS:
RESTAURANT REVIEWS FROM A PRIVILEGED NINE-YEAR-OLD

We Only Have Time for One More

I BREAM GIVES ME HICCUPS RESTAURANT REVIEWS FROM A PRIVILEGED NINE-YEAR-OLD - photo 2

I.
BREAM
GIVES ME
HICCUPS
RESTAURANT REVIEWS
FROM A PRIVILEGED
NINE-YEAR-OLD

Last night, Mom took me to Sushi Nozawa, near Matts house. Except she didnt let Matt come with us and I had to leave in the middle of my favorite show because Mom said we would be late for our reservation and that I didnt know who she had to blow on to get the reservation.

At the front of Sushi Nozawa is a mean woman. When I asked Mom why the woman is so angry, Mom said its because shes Japanese and that its cultural. The woman at school who serves lunch is also mean but she is not Japanese. Maybe its just serving food that makes people angry.

Sushi Nozawa does not have any menus, which Mom said made it fancy. The Sushi chef is very serious and he stands behind a counter and serves the people whatever he wants. He is also mean.

The first thing they brought us was a rolled-up wet washcloth, which I unrolled and put on my lap because Mom always said that the first thing I have to do in a nice restaurant is put the napkin in my lap. But this napkin was hot and wet and made me feel like I peed my pants. Mom got angry and asked me if I was stupid.

The mean woman then brought a little bowl of mashed-up red fish bodies in a brown sauce and said that it was tuna fish, which I guess was a lie because it didnt taste like tuna and made me want to puke right there at the table. But Mom said that I had to eat it because Sushi Nozawa was famous for their tuna. At school, there is a kid named Billy who everyone secretly calls Billy the Bully and who puts toothpaste on the teachers chair before she comes into the classroom. He is also famous.

Mom said they have eggs so I asked for two eggs, but when the mean woman brought them, they didnt look like eggs; they looked like dirty sponges and I spit it out on the table in front of Mom, who slammed her hands on the table and made the plates rattle and so I got scared and spit out more sponge on Moms hands and Mom yelled at me in a weird whispery voice, saying that the only reason she took me to the restaurant is so that Dad would pay for it. Then I started crying and little bits of the gross egg came out of my nose with snot and Mom started laughing in a nice way and gave me a hug and told me to be more quiet.

The mean woman brought me and Mom little plates of more gross fish bodies on rice. I asked Mom to take off the fish part so I could eat the rice. Mom said, Great, more for me, and ate my fish. I like rice because Mom said its like Japanese bread but it has no crusts, which is good for me because I dont eat crusts anyway. I also like it when Mom says Great, more for me because it seems like that is her happiest expression.

When the woman brought the bill, Mom smiled at her and said thank you, which was a lie, because Mom hates when people bring her the bill. When Mom and Dad were married, Mom would always pretend like she was going to pay, and when Dad took the bill, which he always did, she said more lies like, Are you sure? Okay, wow, thanks, honey. Now that Dad doesnt eat with us anymore, maybe I should pretend to take the bill from Mom and say a lie like, Oh, really? Okay, thanks, Mom, but I dont because lies are for adults who are sad in their lives.

The mean woman took the bill back without saying thank you. I guess she is not sad. But she is definitely angry.

I understand why the people who work here are so angry. I guess its like working at a gas station, but instead of cars, they have to fill up people. And people eat slowly and talk about their stupid lives at the table and make each other laugh, but when the waiters come by, the people at the table stop laughing and become quiet like they dont want to let anyone else know about their great jokes. And if the waiters talk about their own lives, theyre not allowed to talk about how bad it is, only how good it is, like, Im doing great, how are you? And if they say something truthful like, Im doing terrible, Im a waiter here, they will probably get fired and then they will be even worse. So its probably always a good idea to talk about things happily. But sometimes thats impossible. Thats why Im giving Sushi Nozawa 16 out of 2000 stars.

Last night, Mom took me to a new restaurant called Masgouf. Mom said that it was an Iraqi restaurant and that we had to go because we are open-minded people and we should support it. I thought it was weird though because Matts brother is in the army in the real Iraq and their car says SUPPORT THE TROOPS. So it kind of felt like we were supporting the restaurant instead of Matts brother.

Mom said that all the women in her book club already went to the restaurant, but I didnt know why that meant we had to go to the restaurant too. And I dont know why Mom is even in the book club, because she doesnt read any of the books and, on the nights before the book club meetings at our house, she says fuck a lot and asks me to look on Wikipedia. Then I have to read the plot synopsis and major characters to her while she vacuums, which is hard because the vacuum is really loud and I have to follow her around the house holding my computer and reading.

The first weird thing I noticed when I walked into Masgouf is that a lot of the people eating there were wearing big black face masks so you can only see their eyes. Mom said to me kind of disappointedly that she was hoping there would be more people who look like us. But I said that we dont know what those people look like because theyre hiding in the masks. Then Mom elbowed me in the neck, which is what she does when I say things that are either too loud or too quiet or if Im laughing.

When Mom looked at the menu she said, kind of quietly under her breath, Figures, its fucking dry. Im not sure what she meant by that but I think it has something to do with alcohol, because whenever Mom opens a menu, the first thing she does is look at the alcohol and breathe a sigh of relief.

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