{"product_id":"nobody-will-tell-you-this-but-me-isbn-9780525563822","title":"Nobody Will Tell You This But Me","description":"\u003cb\u003eNATIONAL BESTSELLER • From the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eBuffalo Fluffalo \u003c\/i\u003ecomes a heartwarming memoir that creatively reconstructs the author's late grandmother's voice to tell the story of four generations of strong women in their family.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR: VOGUE \u003cb\u003e• \u003c\/b\u003eFORBES \u003cb\u003e•\u003c\/b\u003e BOOKPAGE • NEW YORK POST \u003cb\u003e• WIRED\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I have not been as profoundly moved by a book in years.” —Jodi Picoult\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven after she left home for Hollywood, Emmy-nominated TV writer Bess Kalb saved every voicemail her grandmother Bobby Bell ever left her. Bobby was a force—irrepressible, glamorous, unapologetically opinionated. Bobby doted on Bess; Bess adored Bobby. Then, at ninety, Bobby died. But in this debut memoir, Bobby is speaking to Bess once more, in a voice as passionate as it ever was in life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRecounting both family lore and family secrets, Bobby brings us four generations of indomitable women and the men who loved them. There’s Bobby’s mother, who traveled solo from Belarus to America in the 1880s to escape the pogroms, and Bess’s mother, a 1970s rebel who always fought against convention. But it was Bobby and Bess who always had the most powerful bond: Bobby her granddaughter’s fiercest supporter, giving Bess unequivocal love, even if sometimes of the toughest kind. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eNobody Will Tell You This But Me\u003c\/i\u003e marks the creation of a totally new, virtuosic form of memoir: a reconstruction of a beloved grandmother’s words and wisdom to tell her family’s story with equal parts poignancy and hilarity.\"Kalb has taken the medium of the memoir and thrown all its conventions to the wind; it’s wonderful.\" —Maggie O'Farrell, \u003cb\u003eLiterary Hub\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sometimes acerbic, sometimes sweet and always laser-sharp. . . . Reliably funny and . . . poignant.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Tender, funny, fresh and unconventional, \u003ci\u003eNobody Will Tell You This But Me\u003c\/i\u003e manages to make something new and wonderful out of a family memoir.” \u003cb\u003e—Susan Orlean\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A life-affirming memoir.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePeople\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hilarious. . . . A unique take on a close daughter-grandmother relationship; a beautiful tribute to Kalb’s grandmother.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eGood Morning America\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This book had me howling during the darkest days of the pandemic.\" \u003cb\u003e—Michelle Ruiz, \u003ci\u003eVogue\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A poignant and funny look at four generations of women.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I delighted in Bobby’s joy. . . . I cried twice.” \u003cb\u003e—Miranda Popkey, \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A love story that resonates across generations. . . . Original, moving, and funny.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Florida Times-Union\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A charming memoir. . . . For everyone who ever had—or wished they had—a Jewish grandmother.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eNew York Journal of Books\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A book that gives you a solid cathartic weep and a renewed sense of joy in family ties.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eNew York Post\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I have never read anything that feels truer to my experience of having a Jewish grandmother than \u003ci\u003eNobody Will Tell You This But Me\u003c\/i\u003e.” \u003cb\u003e—Emily Burack, \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eHey Alma\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lively and fascinating, funny yet poignant. . . . Kalb pulls off [a] daring approach brilliantly—in a bold stroke of literary bravura, she has turned the formula for writing memoirs inside out, bringing her grandmother’s distinctive voice back to life and sharing it with a legion of lucky readers. . . . Enthralling.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBookPage\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An endearing, bittersweet, entertainingly fresh take on the family memoir. . . . The narrative skillfully captures Bobby’s wit, worldly advice, well-intentioned meddling, and enduring love for her granddaughter.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Charming, hilarious, and ever-quotable. . . . An uncanny rendering of two whole, wholly connected women and their unshakable bond.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Kalb deftly captures her grandmother’s fierce, loving, and particular personality. . . . Striking a perfect balance between levity and poignancy, this is a standout debut.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal \u003c\/i\u003e(starred review)\u003c\/b\u003eBess Kalb is an Emmy-nominated comedy writer and the bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eNobody Will Tell You This But Me\u003c\/i\u003e, a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Editor’s Choice. She wrote for eight years on \u003ci\u003eJimmy Kimmel Live!\u003c\/i\u003e and has written for the Emmy Awards, the Academy Awards, and the 2020 Democratic National Convention. She is the head writer and executive producer of the WGA Award-nominated \u003ci\u003eYearly Departed\u003c\/i\u003e, an Amazon Comedy Special, and is currently adapting \u003ci\u003eNobody Will Tell You This But Me\u003c\/i\u003e into a feature film with Sight Unseen Pictures.THE MET\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDo you remember what we always did when I took you to the Metropolitan Museum of Art?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’d bring a yellow legal pad and pencils, and we’d sit in front of the paintings and you’d sketch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Bessarabia, what do you see?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Haystacks.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I didn’t realize I was accompanied by the chief art critic of \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times.\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What am I supposed to see?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You tell me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd you’d get very close to the painting, your nose just a breath away from the varnish—the guards would bark at you and you’d jump back with an electric jolt and straighten your back, and we’d both wince and shrug at each other. And you’d collect yourself and clear your throat and stand there with your arms crossed, solemnly squinting at the paint- ing, rocking from foot to foot like a grand appraiser. Thirty seconds. A minute. Five minutes. You’d occasionally stroke your chin with two fingers like you’d seen Bugs Bunny do in a cartoon. You might as well have wiped your monocle on a handkerchief.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFinally, when there was practically steam coming out of your ears, you’d have your fully prepared remarks: “I think he loved hay and he probably loved painting.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I’d turn to the guard and say, “She charges fifty cents for a tour.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter the art was the main event: the cheese plate. We’d go to the grand old cafeteria where it used to be in the back of the museum in the columned atrium. We’d line up, pick out two plastic containers full of cheese, find a quiet table away from the tourists and talk, and eat our snack very methodically. First the brie, scooping it out from the rind with the water crackers, and then we’d press a sliced strawberry into the soft cheese and eat it just like that. We were very French, you and I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe’d eat the cheddar, throw away the blue; then on the way out the main entrance you’d buy a postcard of your favorite painting. Always something with flowers.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e· · ·\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eMETROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART,\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003ePERMANENT COLLECTION, 1994\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGRANDMOTHER: Bessie, I want you to go around these rooms and take this notepad and tell me how many paintings were done by a woman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGRANDDAUGHTER: \u003ci\u003eAnd then we can look at the ballerinas?\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA building full of all the greatest masterpieces, and all you want is to see how an old man kept wandering into dance practice. I’d have had him arrested.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eI like the ballerinas.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter this we can see as many damned ballerinas as you can stand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[THIRTY MINUTES LATER]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eOK! Eight women.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEight!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eYep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDid you write them down?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[STUMBLING THROUGH PRONUNCIATIONS]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eSimone Martini, Andrea del Sarto, Camille Corot, Annibale Carracci, Andrea Mantegna, Jules Bastien-Lepage, Camille Pissarro, and Jan Steen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOh, honey. Give that here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[EXTRACTS GLASSES FROM GIANT HANDBAG, LOOKS AT THE PAPER]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eDid I miss any? I saw them all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll of those are men.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThey have girls’ names.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey’re just European names.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eDid I miss the women?\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere aren’t any women.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eIt was a trick?\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a lesson.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eWhat’s the lesson?\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf you’re born a man and halfway decent at something, everyone will tell you you’re great. There’s only one woman nearby. Right through here in the American wing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[TAKES HAND AND WALKS ME INTO THE NEXT GALLERY] \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere she is. \u003ci\u003eLady at the Tea Table. \u003c\/i\u003eMary Cassatt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eI like it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYes, you do. You know how you can tell a Mary Cassatt?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eHow?\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe was kind to her subjects. She left out their hips.","brand":"Vintage","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46304292536549,"sku":"NP9780525563822","price":18.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780525563822.jpg?v=1767733843","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/nobody-will-tell-you-this-but-me-isbn-9780525563822","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}