Praise
“Alterman writes hilarious, dark, and touching prose, creating that right level of cringe to inspire others.” –The Chicago Review of Books
“This memoir will make you belly-laugh, cringe, and also cry, as Sara navigates a new, simultaneously surreal and grief-strewn world she finds herself in.” –Shondaland
“There are crushing scenes and excruciating awkwardness, and a depth of heart, sensitivity, and respect in this sharp-warm exploration of the importance of uncomfortable conversations and how love can still happen after them” –The Boston Globe
“A survey of Alterman’s tender, honest, and loving relationship with her father, who had the secret of all secrets.” –Bitch Media
“A book you need to read this summer, that tenderly explores family dynamics and the pain of loss as well as the nuances of humiliation.” –Time
“Alterman leavens some heavily emotional subject matter with a razor-sharp sense of humor.” –Kirkus Reviews
“A funny, tender, and compassionate narrative that will especially resonate with those caring for an aging parent.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“A debut memoir that's too good to ignore.” –Bustle
“Page after page of the most hilarious and heartwarming honesty. Sara Faith Alterman turns cringeworthy surprises in family life into sweet comedy gold.” –Kevin Allison (RISK!, THE STATE)
“What a great brain she has! I'm so glad she squeezed this book out of it” –Josh Gondelman ("Desus & Mero," "Last Week Tonight with John Oliver")
“Packed with empathy, honesty, and the sharpest New England humor.” –Meredith Goldstein (The Boston Globe, "Can't Help Myself")
“A sweet, tender, and heartbreaking sendoff that's full of so much humor and love it's almost impossible not to smile, then laugh, then eventually cry.” –Dan Marshall ("Home is Burning")
“A touching, emotional, coming-of-age book about parenthood...and porn. The puntastic Dad Jokes come in full-force, adding to the overall gravitas of Alterman's father's death, in a bleakly comic way.” –Boing Boing
Writing
The New York Times
Dad’s Last Ice Cream
“The flavor!” he’d croon every couple of spoonfuls. “It’s extraordinary!”
Architectural Digest
The Gallery Wall Between Us
Maybe I’d die lying next to some guy I hadn’t even told my mother about yet.
McSweeney’s
The Sad Trombone’s Lament
Elena wants me to pursue self-actualization through a series of ascending arpeggios and soft tonguing. Oh, grow up. It’s a thing.
Grand Central Publishing
Let's Never Talk About This Again
I am pundamentally a word nerd. It comes from my father, or came, I guess. He died. But his puns live on posthumorously.
Modern Loss
My Little Fictions Legacy
He tells me all about what the bones are probably doing together, like watching Paw Patrol, or making cardboard rocket boosters.
Events
Writer, producer, talker, not-talker, Bostonian at heart, choir nerd forever.
