- Paperback: 320 pages
- Publisher: Broadway Books (June 1, 2010)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0307451917
- ISBN-13: 978-0307451910
- Product Dimensions: 5.2 x 0.7 x 8 inches
- Shipping Weight: 5.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
- Average Customer Review: 107 customer reviews
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #160,841 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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At Least in the City Someone Would Hear Me Scream: Misadventures in Search of the Simple Life Paperback – June 1, 2010
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“This is David Sedaris meets Dave Barry….every page is good for a laugh.”
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"Wade Rouse is a true oddball: half Henry David Thoreau, half Oliver Wendell Douglas. AT LEAST IN THE CITY SOMEONE WOULD HEAR ME SCREAM is a funny, good-natured chronicle of a fish out of water, slowly learning to breathe."
–Tom Perrotta, bestselling author of Election, Little Children, and The Abstinence Teacher
“In AT LEAST IN THE CITY SOMEONE WOULD HEAR ME SCREAM, Wade Rouse’s inner Eddie Albert does battle with his inner Eva Gabor. I won’t tell you who wins, but the fight is immensely entertaining.”
–A.J. Jacobs, bestselling author of The Year of Living Biblically
“Somewhere between Thoreau’s Walden Pond and Oliver Douglas’s Green Acres lies Wade Rouse. In AT LEAST IN THE CITY SOMEONE WOULD HEAR ME SCREAM, Rouse details his quest to shed the trappings of his fabulous life to live more simply… except no one told him how hard the simple life would be. Rouse is a master raconteur and his transition from city slicker to country mouse is filled with side-spitting humor, heart, and, of course, bands of marauding raccoons. This book has now taken its place at the top of my favorites list!”
—Jen Lancaster, bestselling author of Such a Pretty Fat and Pretty in Plaid
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About the Author
WADE ROUSE is the critically acclaimed author ofthe memoirs America’s Boy, Confessions of a Prep School Mommy Handler, and At Least in the City Someone Would Hear Me Scream and editor of the upcoming humorous dog anthology I’m Not the Biggest Bitch in This Relationship!He is a humor columnist for Metrosource magazine. Rouse lives outside Saugatuck, Michigan, with his partner, Gary, and their mutts, Marge and Mabel.
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The book is so funny that I almost fell off my indoor exercise bike – six or seven times in an hour. My family kept coming in to check on me to make sure I was all right. From his adventures with a raccoon to his shopping spree at a gardening store, many of us who live in rural areas can identify with him. (In my case, the raccoons pooped on the roof and destroyed the tiles and I bought a rhododendron bush because I loved its leaves, even though it never ever throughout eternity has grown in dry New Mexico, according to all the critics on my Facebook page.)
There’s a heartbreaking yet hilarious chapter on his childhood stay at a Christian camp where all the cool kids spoke in tongues. And there is beautiful, tender, loving homages to a grandmother who read to him on an Ozark porch from “Walden” and “The Bible,” her two favorite books. While Wade shares memories of bullies who honed in on him because he was gay, there is ample evidence that his grandmother’s lessons from her two beloved books armed him with what he needed to be himself.
An obsession with Erma Bombeck, the 1960s humorous family newspaper column icon, may have influenced Wade’s wit; I think she would have been proud of his next-generation of “humor at home” writing. The book is rather elegant, in its own way, written beautifully and truthfully. There doesn’t seem to be much of that exaggeration that makes some humorous essays break up like a duck egg placed in a dishwasher. (You’ll have to read the book.)
And the reader can only hope that Wade and Gary are living happily ever after; the loving portrait of his partner leaves you pulling for them. Gary is one charming human being. In the end, you’ll probably feel as I do, that you want to live next door to them.
There are several laugh-out-loud sections here (my favorite involving a rousing game of Candyland). Rouse's tone feels both lively and intimate. It's easy to imagine sitting across from him at a fancy coffeehouse and hearing him relate his stories in the same exact manner. Similar to many other modern essayists, Rouse's writing is reminiscent of David Sedaris. But with more fashion sense and a sort of sparkling flair. Luckily, he lacks the angry and bitter undertones of Augsten Burroughs which makes this a lovely and entertaining read.
The Walden theme really centralizes this memoir. Unfortunately there are a few repetitive turns-of-phrase that work against it. The repetition makes this a less fluid read and more of a collection of essays than a completely cohesive memoir. I am definitely intrigued by Rouse's skill with words, though, and I definitely plan on checking out his other books.
However, I laughed a lot reading this book, but so frequently had to google references to people, places and things he used as punchlines that I'm surprised I didn't develop Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. The guy is waaaaaay too involved in celebrity/fashion culture for my tastes. Mr. Rouse is extremely whiney and I'm hard pressed to believe some of the stuff between these pages actually happened. It's difficult to fathom him being this clueless. The memoir is a cynical, selfdeprecating journey of self-discovery that reenforces an unappealing gay stereotype of effeminate, sarcastic helplessness. Don't get me wrong. It's a very funny a book but this baby made me squirm often over its outrageous flamboyancy. Also, the author can't seem to go more than ten pages without mentioning some guy's looks or pork sword. We get it. You're gay. Enough already. If you are looking for a lighthearted read, you may enjoy Mr. Rouse's memoir. I'm just glad it wasn't any longer because I had had my fill of all his whining.
Author: Wade Rouse
Ever heard of this book. It's soooo funny, and yet well-written, about a gay couple than moves out of Chicago to a cabin in Michigan, and all their trials and tribulations with everything from the wildlife, to the townsfolk, the people in the wooded trailer down the street, the winters in the MI cabin, etc. They're around the Saugatuck area. The book, although I wouldn't call "deep", does have a sub-message about chasing your dreams while you can, and you may or may not get what you're looking for. It's a fun ride, an easy and breezy read, and although slightly heavy-handed on the homosexual side, it's a complete gas!