The following is a true story.
I dislike garden gnomes immensely. I don't know if I suffered trauma as a child by having one fall on my foot, or if I was stalked by one as a college student studying horticulture, or what the rationale might be. All I know is that I've never seen the appeal of them, and that one on television flogging some travel site makes me want to punch the television. There were never any gnomes in my family's gardens, and suffice it to say there have never been, nor will there ever be, any in mine.
A few years ago, I was on a plant hunting expedition in Labrador, which is the northern part of Newfoundland, the part stuck to the rest of North America. Through some sort of series of errors, the place where we were all staying was overbooked, and I was the (not) lucky one who got to stay somewhere else...which was at the worst B & B I have ever encountered. Between the musty bed and bedclothes, the religious homilies festooning every wall, counter, and other surface, and the shower/bath with no mat and the world's slipperiest tub (I still bear the scar on my shin), it was, quite frankly, the night from hell. About 4 am, I gave up trying to sleep in the musty, too-hot room, packed up my suitcase, and left, planning to sleep in my car the rest of the night. I'd already paid for the night, lest anyone think I skipped out. I wouldn't do that, no matter how peeved I was.
But out by the parking area, there were two stupid, tacky, cement gnomes, sitting there in their very gnomeness. In the dark, I encountered one by banging into it with my sandal-clad foot. This just increased my irritation. Both gnomes were then gnocked over. It might have been the wind.
At least I didn't do what one of my friends said I should have done, the next morning after having breakfast with the rest of them. His idea was that I should have kidgnapped one of the gnomes and taken it to Gros Morne, placed it on the summit of the mountain. Gno, thank you. I would never pollute Gros Morne in such a way. There's rules against degradation of nature, you know.
All this is by way of prefacing my review of Chuck Sambuchino's new book, "How to Survive a Garden Gnome Attack." It was sent to me several weeks ago by Ten Speed Press, and I just got around to reading it this week.
I had long suspected that gnomes were an evil lot, bent on world domination. It's as plain as the gnose on your face that they're also in cahoots with the evil goutweed, which grows just the right height for gninja gnomes to hide in. Can you see the evil little devil hiding in this patch of goutweed? GNo? Works well, doesn't it?
Okay, the book. It's hilarious and creepy, all at the same time. It depends on your sense of humour, (or in some cases, lack thereof). Sambuchino writes well, and while the tone is deeply serious to reflect the danger lurking in lawn warriors, the reader can't help but hope that the author didn't bite his tongue too often whilst writing, as it was firmly planted in his cheek.
Do YOU know how to gnomeproof your yard and garden? Do you know how to secure your home so that these little monsters can't get inside for an attack? Sambuchino leads us through everything you need to know about coping with these insidious, nefarious creatures. You can survive when they attack, and Sambuchino proves how they inevitably will get cocky enough to make an attempt on your life. Fortunately, he's the man with the answers, though I was expecting some reference to duct tape and plastic sheeting in there, too.
A mention of the Battle of Thermopylae should give the history buff amongst readers some understanding of how to oppose gnomes in battle. There's even some recommendation about how to dispose of the dangers of "roaming gnomes." My personal favourite is to dispose of said creatures in the Laurentian Abyss, one of the deepest parts of the Atlantic Ocean, but in case of emergency, probably leaving a gnome at the door of any mall on Black Friday will do the trick.
Now, let me stress, this isn't high-faluting "Litter-a-chur", nor is it an essential for the gardener's library in order to increase one's gardening abilities. What it is, is very good fun, a nice addition as part of a gift basket or as stocking stuffer for a gardener or for anyone who has ever muttered about the clutter of gnickgnacks on lawns and in homes. We all need a little more humour in our lives.
And far, far, fewer gnomes.
Must get a copy of this book, thanks for the info. I like gnomes in small doses, but as we've seen with Bilbo they can be quite obnoxious.ReplyDelete
You are too funny, honestly.I had seen a review on this book..doesn't match yours dearie..))ReplyDelete
hey, think I stayed in that B and B!!
Now...do you think...next to the G-Nome, the donkey with the cart comes next for annihilation. Oops, did I say that?
Finally..my heart cried when I saw that goutweed in your garden..sigh.
I must profess, I kinda like the little guys. An old friend shares your dislike of gnomes though, simply can't stand them. On his return from a trip he found his house had been gnomed. Best beware, they're tricky those gnomes. (and no, I wasn't the one responsible but I did laugh)ReplyDelete
Happily, Bren, that particular clump of goutweed isn't in MY garden. Mine is mostly secluded to one spot, and it's the green, not the variegated. Which is worse, but I can deal with it. Not with gnomes, though. Not a chance.ReplyDelete
I am surprised that you feel so strongly about the red capped fellow. As you say, it must have been a childhood trauma or sorts. One does reside benevolently in my garden as a tribute to the tacky of which, of course, the gnome is king.ReplyDelete
I really enjoyed this silly, funny post. It takes a real talent to write about something you hate and make everyone want to buy a book about it! Loved it.ReplyDelete
Hehe, i dont like them either, even structures of fairies and fake butterflies. But what about the real gnomes, if there really is such a thing? The live elves which are not really seen but felt. ARe there people there who believe they exist?ReplyDelete
Hi again Jodi, I’m with you on the gnomes… I need say no more ;-)ReplyDelete
I agree completely re the humour. Loved the B&B story btw. Oops, maybe that’s in the wrong order ;-)
Interesting timing for me to read this post as I’ve just agreed to do my very first book review. I received the book two weeks ago. I better get reading now. This is another for a gardener’s gift basket. You’ve jolted me into getting on with it :-)
Wishing you a good weekend :-D
I'm watching you. Be afraid, be very afraid.ReplyDelete
You can check out my blog if you like, but it's been quiet for a while.
Great post btw
Your new friend, The Gnome at the Bottom of the Garden
well Thank-you for this pleasant perk this morning...you are just too funny...LOOOOOve your sense of humor !! between the gnomes, pink flamingos & whirly birds... whatever are people thinking??? Last Sunday while on a drive, we passed a house, I swear had 2000 buoys adorning his yard... ugggggh!! LOve your B&B story...& I agree that the wind did it.. LOL...& as far as the GDGoutWeed & side-kick - CreepingButter-Cup...I never thought I'd say this, but I'd rather have a 1000 dandylions...!!! Have yourself an Excellent weekend !~ReplyDelete
TOO funny, Jodi. You feel the same way about Gnomes as I do about puppets, ventriloquist dummies and clowns. ICK and ick and ick. Great post!ReplyDelete
I've been scared of garden gnomes since I was young after I read a really creepy short story about one. Wish I could remember the title of it now, but it freaked me out.
I must get this book! One day it could save a life. ;-)
There's a famous house in my town adorned with statues of Snow White and the 7 dwarfs - ownership changes from time to time, but the statues stay. Like the gnomes, they are bent on domination - creepy and hilarious: sounds like a perfect read!ReplyDelete
If the book is as good as your review, I'll have to put it on my Christmas list.ReplyDelete
I must admit I actually have a gnome in my garden, shock horror! It is little and the garish colours have muted nicely It was a gift from our dear neighbour at our house on the mountain and looks just like him and now that he has passed away I quite like the little beggar hiding in mu pot of pansies.
I haven't had unpleasant gnome experiences such as yours, thankfully, but I did enjoy the book as much as you did. Great fun.ReplyDelete
hi jodi!! great post!!ReplyDelete
gsrden gnomes give me the creeps! and of course my mom has a fondness for the darn things thanks for a good chuckle this a.m.
hope all is well in your corner of the world :)