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Picture this- your on the john, workin' hard. Many days and nights go by when each time you have to go to the bathroom, like my brother, you are holding your legs tight and squirming to find something to read before you . . . do your buisness. Look no further. Behold, it's the legendary lost bathroom reader. It is packed full with all the things that a bathroom reader needs: Facts, quizzes, interesting trivia, history, word games, word puzzles, mysterious articles and more. It will keep you busy for hours. You may even find it necessary to take it out of the bathroom and into your reading room. It's a good compliation that makes for a funny, if not a little crude, birthday gift. (P.S. Got it for my brother and he just loves it.)

Take it from me folks, this is one book that delivers on the goods while you're delivering . . . uh . . .something else. Enjoy!

Great fun and it gets lots of use. It does include some more "adult" facts, so parents should be aware of that.

Great book for parents who are always trying to get their kids to read. Leave it in the bathroom and kids of all ages - elementary, middle and high school- will all be able to find something interesting to read in it. It's definitely worthwhile enjoyable reading for adults, too. You can put it down and pick it up weeks later, and not have to worry about where you left off. You can just read on any topic that interests you.

Hubby is a movie man. I asked him what good books he's read in his life, and then I proceeded to read both of them.

Enter The Bathroom Reader. This edition was his first, and after an hour in said room, I sheepishly knocked to ask if he was "Okay in there".

Four editions later and I asked him to make a bookshelf.

Guests emerge amused and comforted, wondering where they can get these great books. Full of history, trivia, lists, mental puzzles, quotations, helpful facts and MUCH more, there is literally something for everyone. Open it to any random page and you'll find something worth knowing during your privy time.

Lots of fun to be had in what has become one of the more interesting rooms in the house.

This book and others in the series make wonderful gifts for ANYONE on your list for whom you can find NOTHING they would want. They want this. Trust me.

What on earth did people do in the bathroom before the "Uncle John Bathroom Readers" came into existence? Honestly, I can't remember.

This combination 5th, 6th, & 7th editions book of the venerable "Bathroom Reader" series is not much different than the editions that came before it.

Well, there is one difference. The Bathroom Readers' Institute took over the publishing duties of their books beginning with the 5th edition. For reasons known only to them, the BRI only did one printing each of the 5th, 6th, and 7th editions. Even as they continued to print new editions, and even reprint those later editions, they never did anything about these three editions.

Finally, the BRI decided to reprint the "lost" editions as one giant book. According to the preface, they even updated some of the "stories" in the book. Unfortunately, they should have also updated some of the many misspellings and other grammatical errors that plagued these editions.

Personally, I would have prefered for the BRI to re-issue each of these editions individually. But something is better than nothing, which makes this combined book one serious bathroom reader.

Ever wonder how the top-ranked reviewers force their way to the top?

They vote for their own reviews over and over.

So brilliant. So clever. But not "well-done"!

Talk about the triumph of noise over signal, chaos over order, and quantity over quality!

I was at the University of Maryland when Frank Cho's comic strip was running in The Diamondback. It was the only thing worth reading in the paper. This is a very, very funny comic strip. The characters, who are animals are hilarious. Dean, the pig, is a great send up on Frats and male chauvinism. You also get a lima bean, a gerbil, and the main character, Frank, is a duck. The best character, of course, is the very human Brandy.

If you've ever seen Liberty Meadows and enjoyed it in your newspaper, The Angry Years is even better.

With "Liberty Meadows" making a permament transition from comic strip to comic book at the end of 2001, folks who want to aquaint themselves with the new version could do worse than to pick up this collection of the strip that spawned it. "University Squared," Cho's first strip, is "Liberty Meadows" in a raw, unrefined and uncensored state -- a state the comic book may take a few steps towards once freed from the rigours of newspaper censors.

Even in its young form, though, Cho's strip shows again and again why he is held in such high regard. His characters are funny, his situations are original and he doesn't blanch from tackling weighty topics or rauncy issues whenever he wants. Get this, get "Liberty Meadows: The Big Book of Love" and then start getting the comic book.

If you were a college student, a frat brother, a trouble maker, a drinker or just had odd looking animals walking around talking to you....then this book is probably about you! Experiance college with an alcoholic pig, a short tempered circus bear, and a lima bean ( don't ask). And let's not forget the duck and Brandi, for without them....well, the book would still rock! This book is a must to all those who love comics. Every strip should be put on billboards. Uncle Frank is the man.....( from one of the Monkey Boys )

I've been a fan of Liberty Meadows, the comic book that collects Frank Cho's syndicated comic strip of the same name, for years now, so when University Squared became available again, I pounced on it. It's kind of a weird companion piece to Liberty Meadows; not quite a prequel (these stories were from Cho's College newspaper), and although the characters have the same names in both books, there are weird differences: one character is a duck in this book, and a man in Liberty Meadows; another a lima Bean (!) here, a frog in Liberty Meadows. (It's really weird...)

There isn't a story, per se. The book follows the characters (Animals, attending school with Humans....)as they drink and carouse their way through campus life. The cartoons are much raunchier than the later Liberty Meadows strips; without the anal retentive syndicate to hamstring him, Cho can go all out with the gags. (Even the raunchiest of the strips never gets beyond a PG-13 level, though. So it is safe for older kids.) Cho manages to deliver some really good belly-laughs, and slips in a touching ending as well. Comic strip fans who find the daily funnies too whitebread are well advised to enroll in this University.

GOOD JOB, MONKEY BOY!!!!

What sets this anthology apart from others on bad poetry is the quality and tone of the short editorial commentaries preceding each poet. These witty and elucidating notes enhance the enjoyment of the poetry. This anthology also seems to include the largest selection of what the editors of The Stuffed Owl anthology would call bad bad poets. Fred Emerson Brooks, for example, was noted for his partiality for writing in dialect, a crowd-pleasing late nineteenth century device. The Petras siblings include his "multicultural masterpiece" "Foreigners on Santa Claus" and his "particularly nauseating" baby talk poem "The New Baby." The latter qualifies for "The Worst Baby Talk Poem." Such stunningly awful examples of special bad poems are highlighted, labeled, and scattered throughout the text. Highly recommended even for serious readers!

Let's qualify this review with how much I love bad things. I spend most of my free time wondering incessantly about what the creator of such inconceivable nonsense had in mind. Why did you, Ms. Parrington, think it was okay to write a poem about a 'dissected dog'? Why, William McGonagall, do you think your "mastery" of poetic license should have no meter, no forward movement and incredibly bad rhyme schemes? And, what the heck do you say to "Ode on a Mammoth Cheese"??? All in all, the Petras did a magnificent job of putting this compendium of what-not-to-do-if-you-want-to-be-a-poet. And, don't we all want to be poets? Keep trying and maybe you will be in volume 2 of this excellent awfulness.

Great poets have their weak moments, but they tend to produce only the occasional bad line - say, for example, when William Wordsworth, one of England's greatest poets, wrote the unintentionally bawdy "Give me your tool, to him I said."

Very bad poets, however, "are perpetrators of a unique and fascinating kind of writing. Unlike the plainly bad or the merely mediocre, very bad poetry is powerful stuff. Like great literature, it moves us emotionally, but, of course, it often does so in ways the writer never intended: usually we laugh."

This book is dedicated to those writers, mostly from the 19th century, who excelled at very bad poetry with astonishing consistency. Those who were blessed, if that is the word, for their entire career with "a wooden ear for words, a penchant for sinking into a mire of sentimentality, a bullheaded inclination to stuff too many syllables or words into a line or a phrase, and an enviable confidence" that allowed them to write despite absolute appalling incompetence.

Here we find the awful metaphor ("the dew on my heart is undried and unshaken") and the tortured rhyme ("Gooing babies, helpless pygmies,/ Who shall solve your Fate's enigmas?") next to one of the most unappetizing titles for a love poem ever ("I Saw Her in Cabbage Time").

Some of the most hilarious effects are created by the attempt to dramatize the pedestrian, as in the "Ode on the Mammoth Cheese", aptly subtitled "Weighing over 7,000 pounds":

We have seen thee, queen of cheese,
Lying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze,
Thy fair form no flies dare seize. (there are five more delicious stanzas)

Not quite as riotously funny, but interesting as a phenomenon of the 19th century, is the preoccupation of very bad poets with death. It produced tasteless marvels of what the editors labeled "tabloid verse" like:

Oh, Heaven! It was a frightful and pitiful sight to see
Seven bodies charred of the Jarvis family;
And Mrs. Jarvis was found with her child, and both carbonized,
And as the searchers gazed thereon they were surprised.

Another favorite of very bad poets is the use of bizarre words in blissful ignorance of their meaning or the common readers' associations. One of the most talented in this respect was one Amanda McKittrick Ros, "a writer with a gift for (as she puts it) 'disturbing the bowels.'" To her we owe the following lines written on the occasion of her visit of Westminster Abbey:

Holy Moses! Have a look!
Flesh decayed in every nook!
Some rare bits of brain lie here
Mortal loads of beef and beer
Some of whom are turned to dust, [only some?]
Every one bids lost to lust.

The editors' favorite worst poem ever written in the English language bears the title "A Tragedy" - which, indeed, it is. But I don't want to spoil the fun by quoting it here. My own favorite is an excerpt from "A Pindaresque on the Grunting of a Hog." Nothing describes the voice of a very bad poet better than the sounds this animal makes:

Harmonious Hog draw near!
No bloody Butchers here,
Thou need'st not fear.
Harmonious Hog draw near, and from thy beauteous Snowt,
Whilst we attend with Ear
Like thine prik't up devout,
To taste thy sugry Voice, which hear, and there,
With wanton Curls, Vibrates around the Circling Air,
Harmonious Hog! Warble some Anthem out!

Pindar, by the way, was the most famous lyric poet of ancient Greece. He lived in the 5th century BC and saw himself as a poet dedicated to preserving and interpreting great deeds and their divine values.

Another famous ancient Greek author ("Sing, o muse, the wrath of Achilles ...") inspired a very bad poet to what is perhaps the worst line of poetry ever written without satiric intent: "Now, Muse, let's sing of rats." In fact, the poet changed the last word from the original "mice" to "rats" because he found "rats" more dignified.

Bad poetry is one of life's greatest illicit joys, and there are some real gems here, along with much commentary by the editors who help explain why this stuff is so terrible in case you somehow can't figure it out. For my taste, there are too many little excepts here and not enough complete poems. For fans of this sort of thing, I also strongly recommend two other books. The first is "Pegasus Descending," an earlier collection of bad verse that was among the first of its kind. (I think it may come back into print in 2001?) Hilarious. The other is the catalog of "Moba," the Museum of Bad Art in Massachusetts. Lord, are those paintings funny.

I stumbled across this book, and immediately bought it, along with several copies for my friends as well. Taking it to a nearby coffee shop, I laughed so hard other patrons were staring, and somebody actually came up and asked me what was so funny. They seemed to think I was crazy for deliberately buying a book of bad poetry. Finally, I began laughing so hard I was crying, and had to leave to coffee shop to save some sense of dignity! With such gems as "Ode to a Ditch," and "Elegy for a Dissected Puppy," this book proves more interesting and entertaining than I expected, and is also a testament to the indomitable human spirit, which warbles the strangest of verses.

I found this book to be a very accurate description of living in the heartland - and it reminded me of the values and benefits I sometimes take for granted.

Truly delightful and a treasure to be discovered by others! There are few things which can be said, to really encompass the warm feeling David Chartrand's book gives the reader.
A few months back I met Mr. Chartrand's neice as she returned from Australia to the city where her family had done the majority of their growing up, Omaha. She happened to pass on his book to me after a few family conversations we had. As we all know in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, you don't get to sit down and enjoy a good book as often as you'd like, but when you do find one, a real gem, you can't put it down -- that's how it was with Mr. Chartrand's work. I just wanted to write a note of thanks and admiration to Mr. Chartrand for putting a piece of himself and his family out there for the world to read and relate to, and somehow find a connection they may have lost along the way of growing up.
On a personal level, due to the fact that my parents were in the military, I was born overseas, and my family has moved frequently throughout our lives, never settling in a city where there was any of our extended family, but, for most of our lives, it has been Midwestern cities none the less, cities with people and situations that are very much the heart of Mr. Chartrand's book. In reading this book, I truly remembered all of the little things that made growing up around these parts so special, and why it was so great to be a part of families from the Midwest, with Midwestern values and ideologies. Now that I am grown and on my own, I still remain in close contact with my parents and siblings. This book helped me remember the power in that family connection that sometimes is overlooked when we get too busy in our own lives, or get too overburdened with the everyday toil to notice that maybe we were a lot happier or better off when things were simpler, maybe when we had/made less money, or had less possessions, when life was "about" something else. I'd like to extend my personal regards to Mr. Chartrand, for helping a kind-hearted, laid-back, but sometimes too-caught-up in the world of being a business professional, remember that there is something that means a lot more out there, and that "something" is truly the secret to keeping the heart happy. I can very easily see why Mr. Chartran's neice has turned out to be the person she is, surrounded by a family that knows more about life at a young age and throughout, then some folks do that live for more than a century. I hope that Mr. Chartrand will come out with another work in the near future, another small slice of reality and happiness that those like myself can laugh with, cry with, and undoubtedly, always remember . . . with a smile. Thanks again!

Everyone has a friend from one of the big Catholic Midwestern families the author immerses us in within this book -- families held together by a quiet, hard-working father and a magnetic, high-strung mother and brothers and sisters with loyalties so strong that it's hard for outsiders to fully understand them, let alone penetrate the circle. Chartrand gives us a peek inside in this warm and wistful collection of essays, eschewing gross sentimentality but never concealing the fact that in spite of his welcome humor, his heart is sewn securely on his sleeve. An easy read well worth reading.

Having grown up in a small town in the "HEARTLAND", and being involved in the raising of four children myself, I can identify with many of the situations described in the book. David Chartrand is one of my favorite columnists and has certainly written a great book.

A book that draws you in from the get-go. You will love the stories. You will not be able to control your emotions. This poignant telling of life in the Heartland captivates.

I think it is something of a miracle that Mr. Harris made this book so accessible. I picked up this book because I enjoyed other material that Bob Harris produced, but I was a little wary about this book. After all, he's writing about many of the "b-side" wars in countries that don't make the 7 o'clock news. The sources of these conflicts range from leftover Cold War proxy wars to colonization to ancient struggles when men in bearskins beat each other with femurs. That is a lot of material to cover in a tiny book and simplifying or omitting the histories can prevent readers from gaining any real knowledge of what is going on. Mr. Harris avoided this problem by avoiding lengthy histories and, while acknowledging the roots of the conflicts he describes, largely focusing on the contemporary "things blowing up." There are usually short blurbs about the history of the conflict and then a look at the modern state of the conflict and the parties involved. Generally, these are pretty good. In the interest of not getting himself killed Mr. Harris seems to play a fairly neutral party when examining the various size wars. The sole except is when he gave into his personal rage about the invasion of Iraq. I took the review down to 4 stars just because he left out the Armenia-Azerbaijan/Nagorno-Karabakh war. Sure, things have settled down there, Mr. Harris, but no peace agreement has been reached. And how can you overlook the history of that war - at one point both sides paid the Russians to fight for them and a Russian Air wing ended up fighting a Russian Tank column. That's comedy gold, in a really dark way.

If you believe most news outlets, celebrities' parenting styles are some of the most important issues impacting our lives today-- not ethnic conflict in Africa, religious wars in Asia, or drugs and warlords in South America. There is now a book for those know better or want to know better.

Who Hates Whom actually explains, clearly, concisely, and respectfully, what the hot-button issues are in many different parts of the world. Bob Harris's style makes it surprisingly easy and entertaining to read, as a reference or cover-to-cover, while giving the reader an honest account of what they need to know. Not only great for those who follow the news but for anyone interested in learning the roots of many conflicts and making the world around them a bit more peaceful.

Harris offers a great primer for the geopolitically aspiring wonk. I love his writing style, and the rock heavy content material is lightened a touch by his humorous tone. I knew a bit about some of the conflicts Harris discusses, but he provided more information about issues with which I was already familiar and introduced me to many I was not. Great book. Great Price. Highly recommended.

I bought Bob Harris's previous book, Prisoner of Trebekistan, because I'm a big fan of "Jeopardy," but he showed both a knack for self-deprecation of Dangerfield-esque levels and insight into America's favorite quiz show. Now, Bob takes a completely different tack, hoping to give America a glimpse into wars that most Americans were completely unaware of, or failed to care about. If you want to get informed about world events and learn not only who hates whom, but why, I strongly recommend this book.

Bob Harris manages to educate and entertain in this guide to the myriad of wars, conflicts, arguments, rivalries, and turf battles around the world. As advertised, he tells you who hates whom around the globe. We actually keep this book on the coffee table as a quick reference source for those times the news mentions an unfamiliar regional fracas or historical bone of contention in a far away land. The book does manage to educate the reader on history while providing some laugh out loud observations about the absurdity of all the strife. And, somehow, Harris manages to make one feel somewhat optimistic about the future of us all.

I first fell in love with Gary Larson comics, then he stopped. I then fell SO in love with Calvin and Hobbes and they went away (I was devastated). About 3 or 4 years ago a local business paid to have Mutts comic printed in the local paper here just for the month of December (thought it was a great, inventive advertising gimmick) and I fell in love at first sight....with Mutts comics.
I'm very picky about the comics I like, they have to have a certain special something and Mutts comics have filled my comic void. Thank you Patrick McDonnell.

Patrick McDonnell manages to capture the essence of dogs and cats in a wonderfully endearing and often hysterically funny way. The best cartoonist to come along since Charles Schulz and Peanuts, I look forward to enjoying his art and humor for many years to come. If you are a cat or dog lover, oh heck, if you are a human being you will just love his SCHTUFF!!

I love Mutts. It's one of those rare comic strips that can one day be cutsy, and the next day be profound. Of all the comic strips to appear in the last few years, Mutts is easily my favorite. We're no longer getting new Peanuts strips, but at least (may Schultz rest in peace), but at least we still have Mutts for a long time to come.

As the pet parent of 3 cats and someone who can't resist any dog that crosses my path, I thought my heart was a little softer than most when it came to the Mutts. I was wrong! Almost every one who picks up the copy of Yesh! that I have on my coffee table is charmed! The very endearing Mooch and Earl have put smiles on quite a few faces.

I love Mutts. It's one of those rare comic strips that can one day be cutsy, and the next day be profound. Of all the comic strips to appear in the last few years, Mutts is easily my favorite. We're no longer getting new Peanuts strips, but at least (may Schultz rest in peace), but at least we still have Mutts for a long time to come.

All The Rage covers the different formats that Aaron McGruder's comic has undergone as it transitioned from a newpaper strip to animation. In this reviewer's humble opinion, some of his very best strips are included in this volume. I own all of the Boondocks books and this is by far my favorite.

I love the strip and I'm sad that it's over.
That being said, this pieces all the "best of" non-comic moments together. I read that it was 200+ pages, and thought, "Wow! That's a lot of comics!"
Well, the current comics comprise about 1/2 of the book, 1/4 goes to interviews, and 1/4 are "controversial" strips. Ooh, controversy!
These are great. If you have seen the first or second season of the shows, you will recognize some story arcs a little too well, even down to the line. Awesome.

All the Rage: The Boondocks Past and Present is more than just the latest collection of the politically charged, African-American culture-centric newspaper comic strip - it also gathers a massive assortment of interviews with comic creator, writer and cartoonist Aaron McGruder, and even prints some of the most controversial strips for the first time. Young, unsmiling radical leftist Huey gives his cynical take on everything from McDonald's ridiculous attempts to emulate hiphop culture to high-level political hypocrisy, while his gangsta-wannabe little brother Riley represents the aspect of modern rap culture that is blindly obsessed criminality: "Man, I'd never steal music off the internet... it's easier to just steal it from the store." No cow is too sacred in All the Rage; there are jabs galore for the more questionable aspects of black and white culture alike. The interviews reveal a passionate side to McGruder, embedded in his desire to do more than make his readers laugh; he also wants to make them think, and in that All the Rage is a resounding success. Highly recommended.

For any fan of Aaron McGruder or his 'Boondocks' series, this book should be at the top of your list. I've bought two copies for my daughters and need to buy one to keep for myself.
Not only are the drawings great, but McGruder's comments are invaluable in painting a good picture of the current political climate, especially the ways in which Freedom of
Speech rights are being violated and squelched. Please read this book (and his others) and save it to pass along to your descendants.

...is all the interviews and articles and other press on Aaron McGruder that's tacked on the end. The comic is great, but the interviews and such give you a real good understanding of where Aaron's head was at at the time of writing the strip. It's really valuable insight for his diehard fans

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This is MOST DEFINATLY a MUST-HAVE item. One of the most beautiful books I have seen! Perfection is the one word that sums up this purchase! And wotta deal!! What are U waiting for??????? Order this NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The quality of this fist stories are still the best. There is drama and humor, there is action and quit moments. The revolutionary visions of Steve Ditko shine in this oversized pages. I review the second printing and the binding is different to the older Omnibus editions. The binding is better because now it is possible to wide open the pages.

Marvel did a good job on creating this book. If you are a spiderman fan get this book, you will not be disappointed.

Steve Ditko's art work was an acqired taste for me. His old people all looked Asian, his girl's were too thin, and his adversarial figures had
bowed lower legs. That said, he was more adventurous than King Kirby, es-pecially when he tackled Dr. Strange. Ditko was perfect for that strip,
but his breakthrough was the early Spider-Man, and for that, I will always be grateful. Get this one, if you're young. Compare it to the
masturbatory, nihilistic issues of today, and come to your own conclusions, if you can.

Simply put... If I was stranded on a desert island and I could have only one book... this would be it. Quite possibly the greatest run in comics history. These are not only the best Spider-Man stories ever, they're some of the best comic stories... PERIOD. Stan Lee's writing is fun and upbeat with a great sense of comic timing and adventure. Steve Ditko's pencils are tight and bursting with kinetic energy. (Definitely the best work of his career). Even though I have all of the original issues, as well as the Marvel Masterworks collections of these stories, I still bought this book. It is loaded with extra goodies, like all of the letters columns and some early guest appearances of Spider-Man in other comics, such as, his first team-up with the Human Torch in Strange Tales Annual #2. However, it's the attention to detail that really makes this collection shine. The publishers even went to the trouble of exactly matching the colors to the original comics (i.e. in the first few issues the blue in Spider-Man's costume looks purple, just like it did in the original printings). It may sound cliche, but the bottom line is, if you are a Spider-Man fan or just a comics fan in general, this book is a MUST HAVE!

A self-described "working class intellectual" with a passion for collecting jazz records and a "flunky gig" as a file clerk in a VA hospital, Harvey Pekar pioneered the literary comic genre. His long-running series American Splendor portrays not caped superheroes with bulging muscles, but the everyday life of an ordinary guy in Cleveland. Pekar's autobiographical vignettes are introspective, honest, and often funny, candidly revealing his flaws and failures as he pushes on heroically in pursuit of love, companionship, and creative fulfillment.

Pekar's realistic dialogue (the characters speak in different dialects, which helps you "hear" them in your head) accompanies a wide range of art styles by a number of comic artists, from the quirkiness of R. Crumb to the stark realism of Greg Budgett and Gary Dumm and the meticulous, photographic detail of Gerry Shamray. One thing about Crumb, though. Granted, he draws everyone in an exaggerated manner, but his African-American characters seem a little reminiscent of (racist) late 19th-early 20th century caricatures with exaggerated features.

For me, this book was a great introduction to an addictive series. Chock full of amusing anecdotes and musings on everything from race relations in Cleveland to the joy of a good pair of shoes, it's a slice of life in comic book form.

This collection of Pekar writings from the 1970s and 80s was issued on the heels of the film "American Splendor," and it collects some of the best of Pekar's earlier work. Although not exclusively chronological, the presentation of the material gives a good idea of Pekar's life from his post-high school days through his meeting and marrying Joyce Brabner. (For a strictly chronological memoir, see Pekar's recent The Quitter.)

In the later Pekar work, the centerpiece of much of it is Pekar's obsessive-compulsive anxiety. But a lot of this work focuses on what might be described as Pekar's existential anxiety: his terrible loneliness, his anger and alienation, his dark reflections on the meaning of life, his desire for recognition, his regret over wasted opportunities and adolescent hubris, and his worries about future contingencies (financial security, illness and death, old age). The Pekar who comes through in these pages isn't the lovable crank of the film. Rather, the person who comes through is the outsider, a self-educated man, extremely knowledgeable in literature and music, who disdains a "normal" lifestyle and seeks freedom through nonconformity. Perhaps the finest single piece Pekar has ever written, "I'll be Forty-three on Friday (How I'm Living Now)" speaks to all this. The collection's lead story, "The Harvey Pekar Name Story," in which Pekar winds up asking "Who IS Harvey Pekar?" is a perfect set-up.

Of course, there are also lighter moments in this collection. Mr. Boats (wonderfully illustrated by R. Crumb) appears here a couple of times, and he's always good for a bit of gently funny homespun wisdom. "Mrs. Roosevelt and the Young Queen of Greece" and "On the Corner: A Sequel, June 1976" are touching pieces about the bittersweetness of memory. And the penultimate story in the collection, "Common Sense," would make even a dyed-in-the-wool misanthrope love humanity.

Highly recommended.

I've been a fan of Harvey Pekar's work for over fifteen years. The first time I ever read his self-published comix, American Splendor, I was impressed by its examination of everyday life. His self-effacing humor grows on those who want more than mainstream comics starring spandex-clad teens with superpowers. Compared with Pekar, Spidey has it easy.

I was happy when this movie tie-in release of his early collected work was published. The everyday brilliance of the real life interactions between Pekar and his friends, co-workers and loved ones merit more attention by discerning readers. It would behoove anyone who cares about the comix medium to claim a copy for their personal reading enjoyment. This volume is not for collectors, but for fans of alternative graphic literature who want more meat and potatoes rather than the visual eye candy of more mainstream publishers.

Pekar has been described as a "working class intellectual" (The Comics Journal), and this label is respectfully accurate. He comes from a generation who grew up devouring a culture that had more respect for intelligence than is common today. Instead of just mourning this trend, Pekar rebels from it in true beatnik fashion. His long-time association with R. Crumb (who drew the very first American Splendor story, "The Harvey Pekar Name Story") attracted other artists within Cleveland as well as from other locations as the series has progressed.

The everyday heroism of Pekar working a civil service job in order to create his vision of the potential of graphic literature comes through in every page of this collection. I am glad that there are other collections and issues of American Splendor that are available. It would be grand if future generations of comix fans could gravitate around the work that Pekar has never tired from creating. Even at the worst of his lymphoma and chemo treatments, he has never quit observing and relating the drama of everyday life.

i own i think every american splendor collection book there is, and this one is my favorite. there's a few in particular that really blow me away (the one with pekar wondering around a park, reflecting on his past marriage, his present, and whether there is a God is spectacular). there are a wide variety of artists, from the goofy robert crumb drawings to more serious ones. there are certainly weak points IMO, but not as much as in the other collections. while "the quitter" is his most consistent i've read so far, there's no replacement for finding a really cool comic collection like this and reading through it, finding a bunch of random pekar stories and seeing which ones you enjoy best.

American Splendor: The Life and Times of Harvey Pekar is the largest published collection of the comic series, containing the complete text of American Splendor and More American Splendor. With an introduction by R. Crumb and art by Kevin Brown, Gregory Budgett, Sean Carroll, Sue Cavey, R. Crumb, Gary Drumm, Val Materick, and Gerry Shamray this is 320 pages of a classic American comic.

Pekar's work is a cerebral approach to the comic medium. Many of the panels have no dialog and only illustrate the external while the text reveals the thought stream of Pekar's mind. His ability to portray the inner workings of his thoughts, in a humorous and sympathetic manner, is the key to the success of his writings. The comic is a working class version of Seinfeld with a populist self-made intellectual as the leading character. Yet there is a Existentialist angst to this work that puts it in a class by itself.

The Ascent of Rum Doodle is a "laugh out loud" book. It is a cult classic among climbers as it parodies climbing books from the 50's. The dry, understated British humor is a perfect fit for a story of a clueless, ill-fated climbing venture in the Himalayas. The foreword by Bill Bryson sets up the book very well.

This deliciously absurd, very short book can be enjoyed in a few hours. But the real pleasure is in reading it again to pick up the jokes missed first time. The story of an incompetent group of British amateurs and their attempt to climb the world's tallest mountain (the forty thousand and a half foot Rum Doodle), it is told in the first-person by the hapless expedition leader, Binder. Much of the humour comes from the contrast between Binder's stoical optimism and the disasters which he describes. Rum Doodle has been a classic word-of-mouth hit in the UK. Written in the 50s by an unassuming railway engineer who led a quiet, unassuming life, this flash of genius could easily have remained unread had it not been discovered and championed by Bill Bryson, the US author and Anglophile (who has written the foreward to this edition). If you like Monty Python or the UK version of The Office, you will love Rum Doodle.

If you're a serious student of mountaineering history and/or literature this is a must read. Rum Doodle will help you to put your passion into proper perspective.

If you don't give a damn about climbing but enjoy understated humor this is a fun read.

However, if you don't "get" nice and dry British humor don't bother. It's just not the book for you.

This is without a doubt the greatest spoof of the British mountaineering expedition accounts ever conceived. Every word of the book will ring true to readers that are familiar with the genre. I've read it three times and still find myself laughing out loud. But then again, I'm a climber so what do I know?

This book is one of my all-time favorite books! I was first introduced to "Rum Doodle" by my dad, Dee Molenaar, who himself had been a member of several mountaineering expeditions in the 50's and 60's. The Ascent of Rum Doodle brims with humor and a unique take on the world of high altitude climbing. I don't know if Bowman himself was a mountain-climber or not, but he certainly seems to understand the dynamics and personalities that sometimes are part of a mountain-climbing expeditiion.

There was a period of time a few years back during which I ate up the literature of British exploration like candy - the tragic story of Robert Scott in the Antarctic, the thrilling survival adventures of Sir Ernest Shackleton, and the like. These yarns had in common their Britishness - a bizarre combination of courage and, frankly, foolishness (Scott thought he could get to the South Pole on PONIES and died in pursuit of that belief, accompanied by some people who had never even been south before, while the Norwegian Amundsen sensibly took dogs and experienced skiers and beat him to the destination).

Fortunately the British have a world-class capacity to poke fun at their own foibles, and that is what "Ascent of Rum Doodle" is all about. It parodies a (fictional) expedition to ascend Rum Doodle, a 40,000-foot (!) mountain somewhere near Everest

Expedition Leader Binder narrates his own story. In the spirit of the literature he parodies, our hero Binder never once falters in his belief of the superiority of his crew and the indomitability of the British Spirit. This, despite his crew consisting of a geographer (who is unable to negotiate the London bus system), a doctor (who is always sick), a climber (too overcome by "lassitude" to get out of his sleeping bag), a native cook (so disastrous that the team attempts to leave him behind on the mountain), and a photographer (who does not capture a single shot during the entire expedition.

This hapless crew are babysat by thousands of native porters, who at one point must condescend to actually carry the British crew (fortified by the many crates of medicinal champagne they have burdened the porters with) on their backs.

Did I mention they accidentally climb the wrong mountain??

It's apparently a kind of cult classic among people who actually do this kind of adventuring (not just armchair folk like me), but it's a quick and funny funny read, so even if "frostbite" has not been a factor in your reading choices up to now, you should have a go at this one. A humor classic that should be better known in the U.S.