Some books grab a part of your head that you didn't know existed, and you carry that book's message with you for the rest of your life. It's a life-changing thing. Some books pierce your heart, and leave you crying for weeks, wondering how you could ever have got it so wrong. Yet other books leave you laughing at your own idiocy, and have you punching the air for the joy of knowing where you got it wrong. This book fits into none of those categories with any degree of comfort, but would have to figure in all three lists.
Art Black wears his middle-aged rage against a crazy world that has...