The Diary of a Nobody

It was mildly amusing sometimes, but I just want looking forward to getting back to it at all. I think it was probably better in its original serial form in the newspaper. 

If life is a collection of experiences, good and ill, through this lens my life is demonstrably worse off by this experience

Fond of his own jokes
can't be trusted with champagne
cheap, but still a snob.

The Grossmiths take us for a spin through Mr. Pooter's daily life, mishaps, and rather terrible jokes (yet I laughed at every one). The Victorian crazes for bicycling, seances, and general minutiae were lampooned in the rather understated diary entries of Mr. Pooter.

I've had this little book in my list for some time and it came to the rescue in getting close to my reading goal for the year and in taking me out of 2021 with a chuckle.

The audiobook version narrated by the inimitable Frederick Davidson was a hoot! At some point, I'd like to check out the physical book that includes illustrations.

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Mr. Pooter keeps a diary in which he recalls all the events of his days. He seeks to attain social status, but, time and again, finds humiliation instead.

The copyright date on this book is 1892, but the story feels as fresh as yesterday. Funny. A little sad. And, most of all, insightful.