by Mike Sacks
Archway Editions
Trade Paperback
From the publisher's website:
“This book is fucking awesome. It’s my life’s story. I’m thirty-four but look twenty-one. Maybe twenty-two at the most. I live in Maryland. Please read it. I’m a writer, a songwriter, an artist. I do it all. I’m an artist of life. I’m an adventurer, I’m the president of my development. Read the memoir. You won’t be disappointed.”
A self-published memoir of a Maryland thirty-something found by author Mike Sacks at a garage sale in 2019 and re-published here for the first time. The memoir is written by the struggling poet and novelist Noah B., who is embedded in the mind and lifestyle of a perversely unexceptional American asshole named Randy. Like Pale Fire if it were about a Danny McBride-style fuckup, the story is both unmoored from time and eerily prescient of our own—one so stupid and unbelievable that it requires a writer like Sacks to bring it to light.
“The year’s best memoir is about a man who shot a porno in a Baskin-Robbins.” –Vice
“Randy does more to explain certain unexpected turns in this nation’s political fate over the last couple of years than a bazillion think-pieces in the New York Times, Atlantic, New Yorker, MSNBC.” –John Colapinto (The New Yorker)
Mike Sacks works for Vanity Fair and contributes to The New Yorker, Time, Esquire, GQ, Believer, Vice, Salon, McSweeney’s, The New York Times, The Washington Post, and other publications.
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