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The brilliantly funny New York Times Bestseller!
Steve Martin’s talent has always defied definition: a seasoned actor, a razor-sharp screenwriter, an acclaimed playwright, and, of course, the ingenious comedian who turned King Tut into a national craze. In this widely praised collection of humorous riffs, Martin shows he is a master of the written word.
From a re-imagining of the Schroedinger’s Cat conundrum to a wild meditation on who Lolita would be at age fifty to a skit entitled “I Love Loosely”, in which Lucy and Ricky Ricardo play the parts of Hillary and President Clinton, this collection by comic genius Steve Martin–some pieces of which have appeared in The New Yorker–is both hilariously funny and intelligent in its skewering of the topic at hand.
Steve Martin’s talent has always defied definition: a seasoned actor, a razor-sharp screenwriter, an acclaimed playwright, and, of course, the ingenious comedian who turned King Tut into a national craze. In this widely praised collection of humorous riffs, Martin shows he is a master of the written word.
From a re-imagining of the Schroedinger’s Cat conundrum to a wild meditation on who Lolita would be at age fifty to a skit entitled “I Love Loosely”, in which Lucy and Ricky Ricardo play the parts of Hillary and President Clinton, this collection by comic genius Steve Martin–some pieces of which have appeared in The New Yorker–is both hilariously funny and intelligent in its skewering of the topic at hand.
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Praise
"Pure fun."
—Newsweek
"Like the fuzzy little puff of marabou on the instep of a coquette's satin bedroom slipper... Martin's book of diminutive, often hilarious essays [is]...effortless and silly even as it's subtly erudite."
—Salon
"Martin is a gorgeous writer capable of being at once melancholy and tart, achingly innocent and astonishingly ironic. He is a master at revealing the surreal poetry in pure drivel."
—Elle