What if Monty Python recruited Noam Chomsky to write skits for Eddie Izzard? The result might be this collection of humorous essays that subvert enshrined certainties with inspired lunacy and a postmodern twist. Irreverent and heretical, stately and plump, Caramagno skewers Christian virtues, common sense, and political pundits alike with a combination punch of silliness and cultural criticism. What began as anecdotes for his lectures on postmodernism has become both intellectually challenging, absurdly stupid, and devastatingly funny a no, thatas three things. Sorry. Iall begin again. Among his satirical weaponry are such diverse elements as a keen though disturbed mind, a freewheeling cynicism that makes Nietzsche look like a Franciscan, a love of life, and a deeply held commitment to fucking it up for the rest of us.
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