Satire Books

palast writes a very funny story on cards, too bad it is true, very sad.

This jumbo sized cards a good quality playing cards , and give great perspectives on the political plays in the Dubya world

This really helped my sex life and I would recomend it to anyone who needs it!

I LOVE Phyllis Diller and this book gave me quite a few good laughs. It's out of print now, but if you can find it anywhere, read it! Her comedy has always put a smile on my face :)

I have read chapters of this book outloud to friends over and over and over. It's drop dead, laugh out loud funny. With lines like "Contrary to popular opinion, the Fruite Brute was not Gay" and chapters analyzing the evolution of Cookie Monster's decades of Odes to Chococate Chip obsession, how can you go wrong?

This book is an indepth look at junk food and its culture. It brings up philosophy dispensed by The Cookie Monster. Everything you ever wanted to know about gum, chocolate, cookies, candy and cereal. Celebrity quotes on their favorite junk foods. It is interesting as well as one of the funniest books I've ever read. It is perfect for the beach or commuting on public transportation. This is a book that will be passed from person to person and re-read many times. I can't recommend it more highly. It's perfect for what it is aiming to be. An amusing exploration of our nations real favorite past time.

Krazy and Ignatz: A Ragout of Raspberries is a full-size, full-color collection of classic Krazy and Ignatz comic strips originally published in 1941-1942, including all of the Sunday strips. At its heart a love triangle (the ostensibly gender-less Krazy Kat loves Ignatz Mouse, Ignatz would throw bricks at Krazy when not tolerating Krazy's unrequited affection, and Offisa Pup loved Krazy and would throw Ignatz in jail to protect Pup's beloved). Many of the strips presented have been out of print since their original newspaper run. Brilliant, dreamlike, surreal, yet often surprisingly astute in their moments of cultural commentary, Krazy and Ignatz is enthusiastically recommended as a beautiful resurrection of America's comic strip heritage.

Modern civilization stands but a nanoscrub away from the succulent konklusion of a monumental feat: the kompleat Krazy Kat sunday pages. Only one volume remains in this amazing series by the comic saints at Fantagraphics. Tapestries of surreal beauty, Krazy Kat Sundays are relics from a bygone era that burgeon with word and visual play unknown to 21st century kraniums. Today's komics pages have vaporised to a mere speck in komparison. "Ready the magnifiers! We're goin' in to read the comics!" In the days when newspapers majestically roamed and reigned the consciousness of popular culture, colorful panoramas of comic plastered every Sunday installment. Now the newspaper itself stands threatened. It quivers under the authority of the internet or suffers from mere neglect. These luminous volumes allow readers to zap into the past and relive the age of the comics. And though Krazy Kat waned in popularity in the 1940s, it still upheld a stunning level of artistry, as witnessed in this full kolor kollection.

The years of 1941 to 1942 saw Krazy Kat at its fantasmic height but also near the end of its existence. George Herriman, the cartoonist armed with a Hearst lifetime contract, would unexpectedly pass away in 1944. The strip went with him. As this late period progressed, Krazy Kat became more symbolic and less literal. Brick impacts became endangered species and were more commonly implied rather than depicted. The brick itself, wielded by Ignatz Mouse, became a pure symbol of the comic's multifarious themes of love, hate, justice, and longing. Krazy's love for Ignatz goes eternally unrequited. Offisa Pupp's castigations of the "evil mouse" doesn't change the rodent's character one whit. This later period sees the moluse openly defying the law, as in the December 13th, 1942 strip where Ignatz breezily saunters past an impotent kop. His early fear has turned to outright defiance. Krazy has taken on a much more feminine aura. Early incantations of the Kat were more androgynous, but now the parasol toting feline seems far more womanly than before. Not only that, as in recent installments, the strip's cast seems downgraded here as well. Now Mrs. Kwakk Wakk and the occasional appearance by Mimi the seductive French Poodle provide the only ancillary regulars. But of course the plotting pelican and kangaroo begin to assist Ignatz with his plots more and more. The odds continually stack against Offisa Pupp and the law. But Krazy's irrational love endures under impossible, and ridiculous, odds. Sounds too familiar, but never mind that. Lastly, the curious finally see the inside of Ignatz's den of implied recuperation. On October 4th, 1942 the interior of the "Jail" (now always in quotes) shows the high stool where Ignatz has perpetually gazed onto the landscape of Coconino County following lawful apprehension.

This volume includes a short but intriguing essay on Herriman's unappreciated use of language. Sources such as the Bible and popular songs get cited as inspirations for the words that often pour from Krazy Kat's panels. The author also gives some historical context: people used to listen to speeches. This sounds shocking in an age where nothing seems worth saying if it takes more than three seconds to say. But our forebears tended more towards loquacity than us digital denizens today. We have definitely lost something there, a point poignantly made by experiencing Krazy Kat in the 21st century. So here we stand on a milestone. Fantagraphics seems well poised to conquer the seemingly unconquerable. Only one volume remains in this Holy Grail series. The current volume's final page solicits contributions for the finale. The information and an eye and brain full of sumptuous comic art awaits inside. Saccadian motion was never put to better use.

A great combination of new portraits and funny stories of my favorite comedians.

This is, without a doubt, one of the classiest, funniest coffee table tomes I've seen in a long while. William Claxton has always been one of my favorite photographers, and his breathtaking portraits of the great comics herein are pure genius! As for the accompanying stories--funny as hell! I particularly like Dan Aykroyd's witty tale about his toilet paper-tossing father, and Andy Dick's outrageously blue, passive-aggressive tirade contending he's definitely NOT a comedian.

The eclectic mix of personalities in 'Laugh' covers all the bases. If you remember Sid Caesar from 'Your Show of Shows,' he's in here. And if you prefer the avant garde stylings of Bob Odenkirk and David Cross of HBO's 'Mr. Show,' 'Laugh's' got them as well.

In short, great idea, great book. So great, in fact, that I recently gave away ten copies as Christmas gifts. 'Tis the season to be jolly, right? And ain't no book jollier than this one.

O frabjous day when I found this out-of-print edition of Buchwald's 1993 "Leaving Home" in my public library. This laugh-aloud volume is a must-read for anyone like myself who has gone through the horrors of clinical depression and come through the better for it. A compelling storyteller, he recounts with candor and lack of embarrassment many tales that would make lesser folks shudder. Great anecdotes include his de-virginization, heroics & braggadocio as a Marine Corps air pilot, continual longing for women, his dreadful childhood in an orphanage for poor kids, the family secret that his mother was institutionalized after his birth for mental illness - he never met her - and his triumphant entrance into the publishing world via the Paris Herald Tribune. A truly brave model for those wishing to write their own memoirs.

Mr. Buchwald's book is heartwarming. His narrative focuses on what is truly important in life: people's feelings. Whenever I need a lift, I open this book's pages. I remember what really counts to me, and who I really am. I strongly recommend this book to everyone.

This book is hilarious. Each page contains a scene of famous 90s personalities, from Bill and Monica to Dan Quayle and the potato incident. My favorite is Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding, though Marion Barry behind bars and Hugh Grant's mug shot after arrest for soliciting prostitution are pretty good too. This book would make a great gag gift.

This is the most entertaining coloring book I've ever seen. It makes a great gift, but is a lot of fun for yourself too. Everyone should check this out!

This book is full of fun photos and comical prose. It appeals to both children and adults, and is a great conversation piece.

I was introduced to John Lund's art though a greeting card, which lead me to his website, which then lead me to buying this book. Life According to Maude is genius and had me in stitches! Anybody who likes cats (and pastries and humor) will LOVE this book. People who are not cat-lovers may deem you insane while witnessing you shriek with delight over this book, but who cares what they think? Certainly not Maude.

Excellent rhyming. It's a hip-hop update of an Aesop Fable favorite. My son and daughter really enjoyed reading it themselves, and having me read it.

Comic-book-style four-panel color drawings by Pascal Lemaitre provide an inviting format in Toni and Slade Morrison's "Who Got Game?" series. Their retelling of the classic Aesop fable about the lion and the mouse extrapolates quite a bit on the original, adding a zany and fun side to the tale and truly wonderful illustrations.

I have visited Madrid twice as a tourist and I have few personal funny stories struggling with the Spanish language. But I have never close to the difficulties the author, Tim Parfitt had when he was living and working in Madrid. I found myself laughing reading each chapter, following the author's life story. His troubles trying to fit in with the Madrilenos, their eating habits and his hilarious insights of the Spanish culture.

I have to add, I really enjoyed how the book ended. Instead of Tom Parfitt lives happy ever after, which he does, the author has a surprising and funny ending.

Bill

A darn good read that switches from funny to touching and back to banana-skins-at-dawn funny again. Parfitt's honesty gives the book the ability to mix the enormous range of human experience in Madrid and combine details of an amazing career.

The writing itself is pitched well: readable, clear and elegant. I chewed through the opus espanicus in a couple of days.

The only problem with 'A Load Of Bull' is I don't see how there can be a sequel - unless Parfitt has more untold tales up the sleeve of his tweed jacket?