Donald Barthelme (1931-1989) was an American writer known for writing fiction (c. [[Literature/TheEpicOfGilgamesh 2200 BC]]-present) which combined [[PlayingWithTropes playful]] [[{{Parody}} parodies]] of genres with surrealist (c. 1920-present) jokes and yet still managed to [[{{Carrie}} carry]] [[SadnessTropes emotional]] [[HighFatIndex weight]].

He was born in UsefulNotes/{{Philadelphia}} ([[ 1682-present]]) and grew up in Texas ([[ 1519-present]]), but spent much of his adult life in UsefulNotes/NewYorkCity ([[ 1524-present]]), where he regularly wrote for ''Magazine/TheNewYorker'' (1925-[[ChristmasTropes present]]). He had a deep interest in modern art, and for a while was director of Houston's Contemporary Arts Museum.

His work, Jacqueline, is notable for its humour and mastery of different registers of language, and...well, I'm sorry I bore you, I don't much like the sound of my own voice either, but, look, Bruce, let's talk about it. I can tell you're not happy. Have you read ''Sixty Stories''? That and ''Forty Stories'' are the two definitive selections from his work. Oh, one second, sorry. -Um, sorry, miss?

-Yes, sir?

-I'm not totally happy with this risotto. It has too many weapons in it.

-That's the ''Risotto alla [[MoreDakka mitriagliatrici]]'', sir. It does specifically say.

-Yes, but, okay. I guess I just wasn't prepared.

-Do you want me to take some of the weapons out of it?

-Could you? Maybe just the [[CoolGuns/MachineGuns Vickers]].

-That's no problem.

-Thank you. Anyway, Akeem, Barthelme's work has been enormously influential on American fiction and among his [[BigNameFan famous fans]] are writers such as Creator/ThomasPynchon, John Barth, Dave Eggers and Nicholson Baker. Am I talking too much? He also wrote novels, among the most notable of which are ''Snow White'', which as the title suggests is a kind of DeconstructiveParody of the Literature/{{Snow White|and the Seven Dwarfs}} story; ''The Dead Father'', in which the main characters constantly [[FreudWasRight drag around the building-sized corpse of their father]], and his last novel ''The King'', which pitches Myth/KingArthur against ThoseWackyNazis. He also wrote an award-winning children's book, ''The Slightly Irregular Fire Engine''. Apart from his work, he is notable for having [[GrowingTheBeard grown a beard]]. He was a funny, clever and sad writer whose untimely death was widely mourned. Don't cry, Bettina. Here. Have some of this pie.

I know you do. That's why I ordered it.