This just in:
I finished Rub-A-Dub-Dub today. It has been a most treasured summer read for me. Brilliant and funny (I think I averaged one chortle per page). Hit me in the way the best Kurt Vonnegut books do: a humane portrait of the absurd, futile and grotesquely beautiful enterprise of being human.
So fuck this guy.
One chortle per page is good whack, by the way. The book is 281 pages, making it better for your abs than any kind of workout.
And this is the sort of thing I like to see:
