Book Release: Hardly Working

My third book, Hardly Working, is out now. You can order it on Amazon this very moment. Soon I’ll have copies you can request for review, kindling, toilet paper, for offensive and defensive use in domestic disputes, for leveling shaky tables, holding down important documents, as a source of calories and fiber in a Stalingrad-esque siege.  

You can read it in short bursts while you take a dump, or blaze through the whole thing in four or five hours, also while locked in the bathroom, avoiding your family, pets, household duties. Read it on the subway to attract the attention of sexy strangers. If you go to important parties in NYC and LA, London or Paris, your copy can “accidentally” slip out of your fanny pack and land at the feet of an agent or editor or producer or a cartoon duck looking to give out bags of gold coins to disgruntled artists.  

Never has a man been more vulnerable than between these sheets of paper. Never more raw, exposed, reddened, weatherbeaten, soiled, confused, impassioned and aggrieved. With the fire and sand rashes of an Old Testament prophet, shining the floodlights of Diogenes on a marketplace full of male facsimiles. This book needs to be reviewed, discussed, banned, burned, wracked, whipped and forced to till the fields, pilloried on the town square, pelted with rotting eggs and vegetables, tarred and feathered. It’s offensive and hateful, it spreads misinformation, foments bigotry, worsens race relations, inflames the battle of the sexes, lowers empathy and raises cholesterol. If you’re a journalist or cultural commentator and you write popular articles asking where are the men writing literature about their nutsacks and penis problems, and you ignore this book, I’ll come to your house and kick you in the butthole.  

What genre is this book? Is it literary fiction, autobiography, memoir, autofiction? Who gives a shit. Classify it however you like. Call it whatever makes the most people angry, whatever compels the greatest number of jerkoffs to reference it with contempt as part of their own pathetic efforts to distinguish themselves.  

On Wednesday, September 25^th, at a still to be determined hour, I’m hosting a book release event at Sovereign House in NYC. The infamous Dimes Square, though I still don’t quite know what that means. If you’re in the area, come out and have a good time. I promise the event will be short; the readers will read for no more than five to seven minutes. In the meantime, for promotional purposes I’ll be available for podcasts, interviews, bar mitzvahs, arraignments.  

As for what’s next: don’t worry about it. Let’s keep it mysterious. I’ve said more than enough for ten lifetimes.