My ne’er-do-well cousin has written a book that, within days of its publication, is the 78th most often purchased book at amazon.com. I find it almost impossible to believe that I share any genetic material with the author of this work, but we look enough alike that, unfortunately, there’s no gainsaying the obvious, if disturbing, truth.
Oh my god. I’m so sorry.
I really hope that book is tongue in cheek (as it were).
I want to make some comment about how Amazon tells us the “Dimensions (in inches)” of your cousin’s book, but I know you must be deeply in mourning already.
I must chime in. Fear not dear Faustus. That is one of the most horrible things I’ve ever seen. It is a travesty. It’s moderate, and surely temporary, success can only be explained by it’s egregious title and pap appeal to the lowest order of human. I feel soiled just having read the excerpts. Please excuse me. Must shower. J-
If I were not so madly in love with your writing, Faustus, I would immediately have to stop reading your blog for fear of contamination! My greatest sympathies….
Of course, you know what you have to do now: Author the “First Complete Guide to Handling Assholes” in retaliation.