"Take a heaping helping of Erma Bombeck, a handful of Lewis Grizzard, and a pinch of Mark Twain and what you have is . . . P. S. Wall."
--The Independent (AL)
"Wall is a force to be reckoned with. . . . There's something touching about her self-deprecating brand of humor, which doesn't threaten but invites one to commiserate--and laugh."
Der Verlag über das Buch
This woman loves life!
In quoting, reference KIRKUS REVIEWS: IF I WERE A MAN, ID MARRY ME P.S. Wall Ballantine (240 pp.) Aug. 1999
The woman has a way with words and an attitude toward life that puts it all in proper, if delightfully skewed perspective. This is a collection of syndicated newspaper columns originally titled, Off the Wall. With her significant other, dubbed Sweetie, as her foil, Wall (My Love is Free . . . But the Rest of Me Dont Come Cheap, not reviewed) delivers a pungent, acerbic commentary on love, mating, mothers, pets Harleys, and stuff as life is made of. One zinger follows another as Wall and her girlfriends Maxine, Rosie and Leila, among others follow their bliss through younger lovers (I have jeans older than this boy}, diets, divorce, buying a truck, kids (I say we leave them in day care until theyre old enough to vote), topless beaches, and home ownership (I figure if God wanted a lawn, hed mow it), and even an evening in Paris. Born in Tennessee and raised in Alaska, Wall has the southerners warm gift for metaphor and a northerners cool aptitude for telling it like it is. On the other hand, there is a flair for the surreal that is uniquely her own. How many women have been sexually aroused by an overgrown goldfish? The cast of characters here include Mom (wearing two-inch heels, pedal pushers, and a ruffled top) and an assortment of cousins and aunts, Featuring Aunt May, whose life-size outdoor nativity scene is surpassed only by her fruitcake (She doesnt slice it; she pours it by the shot). Brief and vivid vignettes of life as most people live it, tuned to epiphanize over coffee at the City Café.