I love Mary Roach. So much. And finding humor in the oddest places is absolutely the schtick that made her famous.

This is not it. This is finding humor in the most trite, pedestrian places. Like, stop me if you've heard this one: there isn't much knee room on airplanes! Phone trees are incomprehensible! Tech support isn't based in the USA and also doesn't like to help you! Women don't like their bodies as they age! Men are slobs who like sports!

Also, speaking of aging with indignity, many of these jokes didn't age well. About three essays in, when we got to TV channels, I double checked the publication date: 2013. Huh. OK. And then an Anna Nicole Smith sent me to double check...2013. Eight years didn't feel that long ago, but I was ready to buy it until the mysterious object called the "Roomba" was discussed with great pomp AND Roach expressed indignity about websites not having phone numbers to call, google sent me to the Reader's Digest archives, where I found that most of these essays date back to the Dubya era...the first term. (If I hadn't figured it out by then, an essay featuring receiving netflix in the mail and an iPod shuffle would have given it away.)

What else didn't age well? Two different jokes making fun of Native American languages. And an internalized misogyny thinly disguised as self-deprecating humor. But the timeline raises more questions than it answers: in My Planet, Roach presents herself as appalled by the extremes of her aging face and body, incapable of adapting to new technology and tottering towards senescence. This feels impossible to reconcile with a woman who in 2008 agrees to have sex in an MRI (wikipedia tells me I'm remembering it wrong and it's an ultrasound...) and then 8 years after that bullies her way into an Army base in Djibouti to investigate diarrhea. The answer is that Roach was an ancient 43 when she wrote this book, an age that feels way younger than these essays read. I wonder which Roach is the real one.

And this is the rub: I'm a Mary Roach fan because she makes my work in the weird biochemistry of the body feel seen and relevant. When I read her other books, part of the joy is imagining her coming to interview me and giggling like old friends about some hilarious joke I tell with the punchline involving an organic acid and the tandem mass spectrometer. When I read this book? And I imagine this woman obsessed with her body shape and gender essentialism and very, very well-trod punchlines...if this woman ever wanted to interview me at work, I'd pawn it off on the fellows. (Maybe she's both things -- the adventurous, witty, dry humorous writer and the cliched wine mom type and it's my own internalized misogyny that won't let me reconcile them. Who knows?) ( )

This one lacks the zany zing of Roach's usual pop-science works, and is a collection of domestic humor columns originally penned for The Reader's Digest. It has some fun moments, but is mostly generic married-people-driving-each-other-nuts scenarios. ( )

I got this book after reading Packing for Mars, in the hope that based on the title, it would be more space-based humor. It turned out to be a number of short, humorous columns about lots of things, and while they were funny, they eventually began to blend into each other and feel same-y. The narrator's voice was breathless, and did not contribute to my enjoyment, so overall, while I finished it, I won't be recommending this book. ( )

nonfiction essays. As you would expect of a readers digest volume, this book features condensed and sanitized (fit for popular consumption) essays by popular nonfictionist Mary Roach. some of the essays are very funny, but a lot are pretty bland--if you are used to Mary Roach's frank discussions of off-topic topics, you may be disappointed. ( )

I guess it had to happen that Mary would write a book that was of lower quality than the rest of her books. This is the one that has little useful information and is merely a tongue-in-cheek discussion of her life. While there is humor in her sarcasm, this book is not really worth reading. There are too many other good books to read. I like Mary’s ability to research and provide interesting stories associated usually with science in a humorous format. I was disappointed with this book. ( )