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REVIEWING TODAY: I’M A LITTLE BRAIN DEAD BY KIMBERLY DAVIS BASSO
“Let me walk you through the luckiest day of my life. Or as I like to call it, Tuesday.”
Thus begins Kimberly Davis Basso’s unfortunately-inspired but undeniably funny recounting – at least as told in her sometimes hyperbolic (a likable trait she still retains, according to her) sometimes unbearably agonizing (in a good way) and always, always, highly self-deprecating (she might not admit this) style – of the infamously lucky day, a Tuesday, that she experienced a real, true, authentic neurological event commonly known as a stroke, leaving her to unequivocally title this recollection: I’m a Little Brain Dead. Which she immediately sets out to prove. And if her eight- year-old savior daughter found it necessary to laugh, well then, you might as well laugh too.
Kimberly Davis Basso is not kind to those she skewers in I’m A Little Brain Dead. Or maybe she is just hyperbolically honest. Even the happy daughter and the supportive loving husband come in for more than one sardonic sideways glance. But Ms. Basso’s primary targets for such honest exposition are the very caretakers whose job it is, in her mind, to fix her. Make her all better. Within a reasonable amount of time. Ms. Basso seems obsessed with time, but her rationale is contagious. Listening to her tell her tale from the viewpoint of the one inside, one becomes a bit sarcastic and impatient too. In fact, one begins to think he or she is perhaps a little brain dead also. If so, the author will rapidly convince the reader that – to steal an old Reader’s Digest phrase – laughter is indeed the best medicine.
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