I couldn’t reaq this without laughing. I thought it was from The Onion. Roger Ebert might as well have put a sign on his big behind saying, “Kick me, I’m a pompous ass”:
And how can you be her age and never have gone to Europe? My dad had died, my mom was working as a book-keeper and I had a job at the local newspaper when, at 19, I scraped together $240 for a charter flight to Europe. I had Arthur Frommer’s $5 a Day under my arm, started in London, even rented a Vespa and drove in the traffic of Rome. A few years later, I was able to send my mom, along with the $15 a Day book.
And I suppose Roger wore a black turtleneck and a beret and sat sipping a pastis at Les Deux Magots reading Sartre. How authentic. I knew a hundred jerks like that when I lived in Paris, each one more boring than the other. And, hey, Roger. Only dweebs used a Frommer guide.
