Title: This book is A bomb
Product review: When I buy a joke book, I want the jokes to be funny and these ones are. So this is a good joke book. But there's a point in a joke sometimes (and if you've ever seen a Jim Carrey movie, you'll know what I'm talking about) when you realize that the clown suddenly wants to be taken seriously, that he has a "serious message" and a heart dripping treacle. I find this disgusting. Very displeasing to both the eyes and the nose. It makes me want to take a shower. If Gudding wants to make jokes--fine, he's good at it. His poems are wonderfully naughty bathroom-stall graffiti. When he (or worse, readers) start to make claims for their importance as either thinking or art, then the joke's on them but nobody's laughing anymore. At this point I am tremendously bored by both these poems and their dorky Star-Trek grad school apologists. The indignant comparisons of academic credentials by previous posters--now that's funny.
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