Michael Showalter, Mr. Funny Pants (New York: Grand Central Publishing, 2011)

I guess Michael Showalter is some sort of Woody Allen wannabe. This is not a memoir, but rather a collection of essays, some of which are funny, some of which are mildly entertaining, and most of which are just confusing.

The parody of writing a book consumes way too many words and way too many pages of this book. For every genuinely funny bit, the reader has to endure pages and pages of some sort of rumination about procrastination.

I’m glad I read this one on my e-reader. It is mildly amusing, but not worth the cost of a paperback book.