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A review by ninnysakshi
Mrs Funnybones by Twinkle Khanna
3.0
From all the available genres of humor present out there, there is no doubt that self-depreciation works best. But that’s it really. Mrs Funnybones is sort of an autobiographical novel written by Khanna in which she takes us through the nuisances of her life as a celebrity, wife and daughter of Bollywood superstars, working mom. There are several anecdotes, stories, experiences and such scattered throughout the book, in no particular order – just an alphabetical A to Z of the titles.
What I liked most about the book is definitely the self-deprecating humor. As far as humor is concerned, Khanna knows what she’s doing (as she is already a regular columnist in one of the dailies). Her sense of humor is fresh, entertaining without offending (except at places where it’s directed home), and easy to breeze through. There might be some places when you feel that it is stretching on and on and you just really want to move on to the next one. Some of the incidents and things are almost hard to believe (in both good and bad ways), but hey, it’s her life, I am sure she knows better. The repeated name-tags, such as “man of the house”, and “the prodigal son” might also start irritating you after some time, and you would just wonder why not call them by their names! But that is mostly a personal thing I think.
Finally I believe that it’s one-sitting, one-time read which mostly works because the setup is as interesting as the story teller. One can say that it works because everyone wants to know about the life of a celebrity, especially one so closely related to the Indian film industry. But the fact of the matter is, Khanna might have gotten lucky with the ingredients, but the richness of the dish, i.e. the narration is all her, and with her palate, she would have made it tasty, no matter what the ingredients.
What I liked most about the book is definitely the self-deprecating humor. As far as humor is concerned, Khanna knows what she’s doing (as she is already a regular columnist in one of the dailies). Her sense of humor is fresh, entertaining without offending (except at places where it’s directed home), and easy to breeze through. There might be some places when you feel that it is stretching on and on and you just really want to move on to the next one. Some of the incidents and things are almost hard to believe (in both good and bad ways), but hey, it’s her life, I am sure she knows better. The repeated name-tags, such as “man of the house”, and “the prodigal son” might also start irritating you after some time, and you would just wonder why not call them by their names! But that is mostly a personal thing I think.
Finally I believe that it’s one-sitting, one-time read which mostly works because the setup is as interesting as the story teller. One can say that it works because everyone wants to know about the life of a celebrity, especially one so closely related to the Indian film industry. But the fact of the matter is, Khanna might have gotten lucky with the ingredients, but the richness of the dish, i.e. the narration is all her, and with her palate, she would have made it tasty, no matter what the ingredients.