What’s Not To Love?: The Adventures of a Mildly Perverted Young Writer

“Jonathan Ames is one of the funniest writers in America,” so says Jonathan Ames, who is actually writing this flap copy, which is the publishing industry term for the boastful fluff you read on the inner portion of most hardcover book jackets. So let the truth be Most writers write or at least rewrite their flap copy. And why not? They are writers after all. For the flap copy on my last novel, I had the audacity to pronounce that I was one of America’s most talented young writers. My mother read that and was very proud, pointing it out to me. I then said to her, “I wrote that.” But she was still proud; she probably didn’t believe that I wrote it. In fact, she doesn’t believe most of what I tell her, but that’s probably because she couldn’t take it if she did believe me. Which is a good way to describe this book, this comic It’s the kind of book one’s mother shouldn’t read, though there are several passages where I profess my great Oedipal love and desire for my mother, which she might find flattering. What else recommends this book, or, rather, what recommends me, since this book is about me. Well, I’m bald and ribald, I’m like Rabelais and Danny Kaye, sometimes I’m straight and sometimes I’m gay. Well, not really. I’m almost never gay, but it rhymed nicely with Kaye, and also I tend to be depressed rather than gay. But I do like to make others laugh, so if you’re standing in a bookstore, I hope you’ll find this book funny and I hope that you’ll move on to my introduction, where I’ll further implore you to keep reading, with the idea that you’ll eventually purchase the book, which is the point, by the way, of flap copy.