Little Green Men: A Novel

Little Green Men: A Novel

by Christopher Buckley

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In 1994, Christopher Buckley published one of the most acclaimed and successful comic novels of the decade, Thank You for Smoking. Now Buckley returns to the strange land of Washington, D.C., in Little Green Men, a millennial comedy of manners about aliens and pundits . . . and how much they have in common.
The reluctant hero of this hilarious novel is John Oliver Banion, a stuffy Washington talk-show host, whose privileged life is thrown into upheaval when aliens abduct him from his exclusive country-club golf course.
But were his gray-skinned captors aliens . . . or something far more sinister? After Banion is abducted again--this time in Palm Springs--he believes he has been chosen by the extraterrestrials to champion the most important cause of the millennium, and he embarks on a crusade, appearing before a convention of UFO believers and demanding that Congress and the White House seriously investigate UFOs. His friends and family suspect that Banion is having some kind of manic-depressive midlife crisis and urge him to seek therapy before his credibility as a pillar of the punditocracy is ruined.
So John Oliver Banion must choose: keep his establishment status or become the leader of millions of impassioned and somewhat scruffy new friends who want to expose the government's secret alien agenda.
Little Green Men proves once and for all that the truth is out there. Way out there. And it reaffirms Christopher Buckley's status as the funniest humanoid writer in the universe.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307799838
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/20/2011
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 457,147
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Christopher Buckley is a novelist, essayist, humorist, critic, magazine editor, and memoirist. His books have been translated into sixteen foreign languages. He worked as a merchant seaman and White House speechwriter. He has written for many newspapers and magazines and has lectured in more than seventy cities around the world. He was awarded the Thurber Prize for American Humor and the Washington Irving Medal for Literary Excellence.

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"Ten seconds."
John O. Banion stared unblinkingly into the TV camera's cyclops eye, keeping his famous cool under the baking glare of the Videssence lights. It pleased him that he was more at ease than the person seated opposite him, who as it happened was the most powerful man in the world.

"Five seconds." The technician counted down with an outstretched hand. With his huge headset, he could have been a crewman on an aircraft carrier signaling for the launch of an 

"Three, two . . ."
The theme music was cued, a variation on a Handel trumpet voluntary with echoes of Aaron Copland. The TV critic for The Washington Post had called it "Fanfare for the Self-Important Man." Still, nothing like a few bars of brass to get the Establishment's hemoglobin pumping on Sunday mornings as it sipped its third cup of coffee and scanned the newspapers for mentions of itself.

"Sunday . . ."
A satisfying opener, implying, as it did ownership of the entire day, and the Sabbath at that. The announcer's voice was familiar. It had taken four meetings between Banion, his producers, and the sponsor, Ample Ampere, to settle on it. Ample Ampere had wanted James Earl Jones, but Banion said that he couldn't hear the voice of James Earl Jones without thinking of Darth Vader, hardly an appropriate tone setter for such a high-level show as his. Ampere countered with Walter Cronkite. No, no, said Banion, Cronkite, the beloved former TV anchorman, was too avuncular, too upbeat. The voice must have such gravity as to suggest that if you missed the program, you were not a serious person. Only one would do--George C. Scott, the voice of General Patton.

". . . an exploration of tomorrow's issues, with today's leaders. And now . . ."--Banion had dictated the slight pause in the manner of Edward R. Murrow's wartime "This . . . is London" broadcasts--"your host . . . John Oliver Banion." The Post critic had written: "Drumroll, enter praetorians, household cavalry, concubines, elephants, rhinos, captured slaves, eunuchs, and other assorted worshipers."

Banion looked owlishly into the lens through his collegiate tortoiseshell eyeglasses. He seemed perpetually on the verge of smiling, without ever giving in to the impulse. He was in his late forties, but could have been any age. He had looked this way since his second year at Princeton. He had a round face that was handsome in a bookish sort of way. His graying blond hair was unstylishly cut, on purpose. He disdained salon haircuts as marks of unseriousness.

"Good morning," Banion said to the camera. "Our guest today is the president of the United States. Thank you for being with us this morning."

"My pleasure," lied the president. He had loathed John O. Banion ever since Banion had corrected him on a point of history at a White House dinner, in front of the French president. He would much--much--rather have stayed at Camp David, the presidential retreat in the Catoctin Mountain Park outside Washington, on this Sunday morning. He chafed at being told by his press secretary that Banion insisted on a live interview in the studio. What was the point of being the most powerful man on earth if you had to grovel before these assholes, just because they had their own TV--

"Sir, it's the top-rated weekend show. And it looks like he's going to be moderating the debates this fall."
"All right, but you tell him, no commercials. I won't sit there twiddling my thumbs while they break for commercials every five minutes. It's unpresidential."

"Mr. President," Banion said, "I want to ask you why, in light of your administration's below-par performance in a number of areas, you haven't fired at least two-thirds of your cabinet, but first . . ."

It was a trademark Banion opener: establish the guest's inadequacy, then move along to the even more pressing issue. The president maintained glacial equanimity. For this he had gotten up early on Sunday and helicoptered all the way back to Washington. The press secretary would suffer.

". . . let me ask you about something else. We have a report that NASA, the space agency, is planning to advance the launch date of the final stage of the space station Celeste to right before the presidential election this fall. Would you call that a triumph of American aerospace engineering, or of politics? You can take credit for both, if you'd like."
The president smiled, suppressing his desire to pick up the water pitcher and smash it against the forehead of this supercilious twerp. But inside his brain alarms were sounding like those on a depth-charged submarine. How did Banion know about the launch date? They'd gone to pains to put in so many buffers between the White House and NASA on this exquisitely delicate matter that no one would be able to trace the decision to the Oval Office.

"John," he began, in his slow, overly patient tone of voice that suggested he wasn't sure English was your first language, "the credit for Celeste's dazzling success has to go, first and foremost, to hundreds and thousands of men and women who have worked their hearts out on this project from the very beginning. . . ."

Banion looked over his glasses in the manner of a disappointed schoolteacher and jotted notes on his clipboard. He did this not because any of the drivel exgurgitating like foam from the presidential mouth warranted recording but because it made his interviewees nervous.

". . . to make sure that America will not only be number one here on earth but number one out . . . there."
"Before we return to whether the timing of the launch was politically manipulated," said Banion, "let's talk for a moment about the wisdom of spending so many billions of dollars on a space station. So far all it seems to have accomplished is to provide a platform for studying the effects of weightlessness on copulating fruit flies."

"Three and a half years ago, only days after a disastrous and, if I may, ill-advised military operation in North Korea, you gave a speech at an aerospace plant in the Mojave Desert in California in which you called for completing an orbital space station. You called this 'an urgent national priority.' Some cynical voices at the time suggested that, like President Kennedy, who announced the man-on-the-moon initiative right after the Bay of Pigs fiasco, you were trying to get people's minds off the Korean debacle. But leave that aside for a moment--"

"Let me--"
"If I may? And leave aside the fact that Celeste's biggest contractors are in California and Texas, two states you almost lost four years ago and which you desperately need to win this time. Let me ask you, after four years of cost overruns that would have made the emperor Caligula blush crimson, what does the nation have to show for this celestial boondoggle, aside from three-point-four-million-dollar zero-gravity coffeemakers and one-point-eight-million-dollar toilets?"

"With all due respect, I'm sure there were some people in the court of King Ferdinand and Isabella who objected to the cost of the facilities on Columbus's boats."
"I don't recall that there were facilities on the Niña, Pinta, and Santa María."
"My point is that you can't really put a price on the future."

"With all due respect, whenever a politician says you can't put a price on something, you can be sure it's going to be a whopper. The fact is that you can put a price on anything. In this case, it's twenty-one billion dollars and counting, as they say at Cape Canaveral. This is a huge sum of money. What's more, it's being said that your reelection committee should report this as a campaign donation by the American people."

"Fine," said the president, "but let me tell you what I hear when I travel around this country in support of Celeste. I hear people saying, 'This is excellent. This is something we can all be proud of.' "

"Fine. So what are the American people getting for their billions?"
The president pressed play and, straining against the weariness of reciting it all for the two hundredth time, began to tick off the bountiful spin-offs that Celeste would bring to earth: glorious advances in--you name it--machinery lubricants, long-distance telephone networks, sewage treatment, robotic wheelchairs, insulin pumps, pacemakers, research on cures for osteoporosis, diabetes, uh, radiation-blocking sunglasses, energy-conserving air-conditioning . . . too numerous to mention, really.

Banion listened to this life-enhancing litany with the chin-quivering air of a man at pains to stifle a yawn. Sensing that he had better come up with something more millennial than Celeste's contribution to the field of ultrasound scanning, the president gave a gripping description of what the AOR--atmospheric ozone replenishment--module, part of the launch package, would accomplish once it became operational, namely squirting ozone back into the atmosphere to cover the O-Hole, which now stretched from the Falklands to Madagascar, wreaking havoc on plankton and emperor penguins alike.

Still Banion looked faint from boredom. The president dragged out the LAWSI module, the ultimate--if slippery--argument for Celeste's relevance. If in doubt, refer to the large asteroid warning system indicator, which theoretically could detect whether some astral death star this way was heading. The top people at NASA and the Pentagon had been cautioning him from becoming too evangelical on this particular aspect of Celeste. It was tricky business, getting the citizenry in a lather over the prospect of death-by-gigantic-meteor, especially this close to the millennium, when every fruitcake in the pantry was screaming Apocalypse.

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On Thursday, April 8th, welcomed Christopher Buckley to discuss LITTLE GREEN MEN and ^%=ucase(title2)%^.

Moderator: Welcome, Christopher Buckley! Thank you for taking the time to join us online this evening to chat about your new book, LITTLE GREEN MEN. How are you doing tonight?

Christopher Buckley: Well, it has been a long day, but I am happy to be having my first online chat.

Chad Rapson from Cleveland, OH: Can you point to anything in particular that inspired you to write about the topic of aliens for your latest novel? Just curious, thanks -- and I loved THANK YOU FOR SMOKING!

Christopher Buckley: The monthly mortgage statement -- beyond that I was interested in belief systems. We all know people who believe in UFOs; some of us may even know people who believe in alien abductions. But to date, no famous or prominent people have professed such beliefs, so the thought arose -- what if some pompous big foot Washington pundit suddenly announced that he had been abducted by aliens? To make that plausible, I arranged for him to be abducted not by aliens but by a supersecret government agency that stages alien abductions in order to promote belief in aliens and therefore keep space and military budgets well-funded by Congress. from NJ: If Christopher Buckley had the power to change two things about current society, what would they be?

Christopher Buckley: Well, I have always wanted to be in charge for just five minutes. It would be like one of those TV shows from the late '50s that I grew up with, where they give you a shopping cart and give you 30 minutes in the toy store. It's tempting to say that I would insist on world peace and harmony. But I think I would settle for making all women look like Claudia Schiffer and making all men, except for me, look like Jason Alexander.

Dave from East Village: Who do you consider the best satirist of the 20th century?

Christopher Buckley: Two words: Tom Wolfe.

Olli from Marlboro, MA: Are all UFO conferences primarily made up of fruits and nuts?

Christopher Buckley: Don't forget the granola.

Milton from Sudbury, MA: Do you think the media, with all these talk shows, all these 24- hour news channels, all these "shock jocks," et cetera, has gotten too out of control? What can we do to stop this and stray from this trend? Any advice to society as a whole?

Christopher Buckley: Damn good question there, Milton. The answer is, you bet. The solution: We should all spend more time reading books and, of course, buying those books at On a serious note, having watched the TV news cover the Kosovo war, I conclude that had CNN and other media outlets been providing live coverage of the Normandy landings in 1944, we would not have prevailed.

Tobie from Hartford, CT: Did Basquiat really die of embarrassment at the age of 27 when his paintings began to sell (as you point out in a footnote)? Curious where you got that info.

Christopher Buckley: Dear Tobie, Basquiat died at 27 of a heroin overdose. But I think it would have been much more appropriate for him to die of embarrassment.

Jennifer from Ithaca, NY: I am sure you don't have any one person, but did you have anybody in particular in mind when you created the character of John Oliver Banion? Would you consider him a composite character of sorts?

Christopher Buckley: I have found that people are always disappointed when you tell them that such and such was made up. That said, he does bear a slight resemblance to George F. Will. To which I would add that I admire Mr. Will very much, though he does lend himself to a certain amount of caricature, all of it gently intended.

Frederick Vennings from Oak Park, IL: Did you do extensive research for this book? Also, do you spend much time online?

Christopher Buckley: I've spent about six months researching LITTLE GREEN MEN; I read as much UFO literature as I could stand. And I attended two UFO conventions, which I do not recommend to the faint of heart. I drew that conclusion the night of the slide show on cattle mutilation. As the saying goes, over to you.

Rheanne from Springfield, VA: Is it true they are making a movie out of THANK YOU FOR SMOKING? Are you happy with the Hollywoodization of your books? Are you involved with the making of the movie?

Christopher Buckley: The answer is that three of my novels are currently in development. The translation of the term "in development" is as follows: Your book is never going to be made into a movie. Mel Gibson bought the rights to THANK YOU FOR SMOKING; my wife was even more excited than I was at this development. To date I have yet to exchange a single word with Mr. Gibson. But I was amused and delighted to read him in an interview describing a conversation he had had with me. I really did think it should be the other way around, with me telling everyone that my relationship with Mel was too intimate and too deep, too profound, too fraternal to discuss with them. But that's entertainment.

EV from LHP, FL: Do you watch "The X-Files"? Are you more the Mulder type or the Scully type?

Christopher Buckley: Alas, I have never allowed myself to watch "The X-Files." It became the "hot show" about the time I began on this book, and for obvious reasons, I thought it best to deny myself the pleasure of watching it for fear that I might find the temptation to plagiarize irresistible. But I am told that David Duchovny holds a Ph.D. in literature from my alma mater, so bula, bula. Whoops, I was just informed that it is Princeton. Beat Princeton!

Ken from I heard a rumor that Linda Tripp is an alien. Can you confirm that?

Christopher Buckley: I can confirm on an exclusive basis that Linda Tripp's real name is in fact Aluka Walallo from the crab nebula. But then, you already knew that. P.S.: I am not sure her current disguise is working.

Elise from Brooklyn, NY: Do you ever fear that your books will seriously offend some influential people? How do you cope with this fear?

Christopher Buckley: As a satirist, one sort of hopes that one's books will offend influential people. But my track record has been kind of so-so in that department. In this coming Sunday's Times Book Review, the writer Mordecai Richler, who otherwise gives LITTLE GREEN MEN a good review, lamented my lack of meanness. So apparently I am splenetically challenged. Guess I will just have to live with that.

Chris from Raleigh, NC: Were you really the editor of Esquire at the age of 24?

Christopher Buckley: I was the managing editor of Esquire at the age of 24. There is kind of a big difference, especially in the paycheck.

Gregory from Summit, NJ: What do you think are some of the scarier things you see happening to this country as we enter the millennium?

Christopher Buckley: That is a big one. I have a daughter, 11, and son, 7. There are something like 250,000 guns floating around America. There is a large drug-exporting country sharing our southern border that is collapsing from within under the weight of corruption, and a lot of people are telling us that our computers will bring about the end of the world one second after New Year's. As the saying goes, "Homer is dead, Shakespeare is dead, and I am not feeling so good myself." But Americans are an irrepressibly optimistic people, so I have this gut feeling that we will all pull through with flying colors.

Moderator: Thank you for joining us to chat this evening, Christopher Buckley. Before you leave, do you have any closing comments for your online audience?

Christopher Buckley: If you all order LITTLE GREEN MEN within the next 30 seconds, bn will knock off an additional 70 percent, all of which will come out of its profit. Thanks for a fun cyberchat, and may the force be with you.


Christopher Buckley, author of the viciously funny Thank You For Smoking and coauthor of the equally hilarious God Is My Broker, returns with a new novel of millennial alienation in a decidedly alien nation. John Oliver Banion is a stuffy Washington, D.C., talk-show host, a preachy pundit whose most pressing concern is which product endorsements to endorse and which to decline. But when aliens abduct him from his exclusive country-club golf course, he becomes convinced that he has been chosen to prove that the truth is out there. Organizing a "Millennium Man March," Banion and three million of his devoted viewers converge upon the Washington mall to demand that Congress and the White House come clean about every UFO investigation since the Roswell incident. Please join us in the Auditorium as we welcome Christopher Buckley, the man Tom Wolfe describes as "one of the three funniest writers in the English language," to chat about his new book, Little Green Men.

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Capfox on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I've read a few Christopher Buckley books this year, and found them all enjoyable, but I think that I have to say that this one is the best of the bunch. The other ones were generally smirky books, with a couple of laughs; this one had a good number of laughs, and the story didn't suffer for it at all.Here we have the story of John O. Banion, a bowtied, cane-carrying conservative columnist and TV host who's at the top of his game (this is said to be a take-off on George F. Will, if you know who he is). After a bad day, a guy at the alien abduction wing of the US government decides to abduct Banion, basically just on a whim. The repercussions of this are profound for just about everyone involved.The book's in two parts, how Banion loses his credibility, and then how he gets it back. Both parts are very funny, and still make some good pointed jabs at the nature of life in politics and media in DC, along with the UFO crowd and such. It's a fast read, roars along to a pretty good climax, and comes down nicely. The style and the dialogue are both quite sharp, much in line with his other works. If you want to start somewhere with Buckley, this is a good place to try.
RoseCityReader on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
After the famous host of a Sunday morning talk show, and Washington uber-insider, is abducted (twice) by space aliens, he becomes the pariah of the Beltway but the celebrity leader of three million UFO believers. This set up in the hands of America's funniest political satirist is sure to be entertaining. And it is. It is fun and funny and goes down like a bomb pop on the first hot day of summer. My only problem with Buckley's books is that they are never as good as the first one I read. That is, I think that whichever one someone reads first will be that person's favorite, because it is so surprising to read a clever, really funny, contemporary satirical novel. The first one sticks with you. So, for me, while I find all his books to be entertaining, none will compare with Thank You for Smoking, which made me laugh out loud from cover to cover.
bexaplex on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Alien abductions are staged by a paragovernmental organization in order to increase military funding. A political talk show host is abducted and starts a quest to legitimize the UFOs-have-landed community.Buckley is funny, as per usual, although I found the abductions a little skeezy. There is something unsettling about the concept of a ungoverned group whose job it is to drug people and make them think they've been probed by aliens.
SmithSJ01 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I got just over two thirds of the way through and decided I really wasn't interested in what happened and quite simply couldn't finish it. I think this book really has to be your cup of tea. I didn't laugh, I didn't find it funny. When Nathan Stubbs doesn't get promoted he decides to take actions into his own hands and orders an alien abduction (well two actually) on the Washington talk-show host John Banion. John then decides to set the world to rights and I can't tell you if he did or not as I only got as far as his march/rally. At one point I was convinced my copy was a proof as there were a lot of typos in there but it wasn't. I therefore wonder if it is the American style. If you believe Little Green Men are your thing or not you have to like the writing style of this book. The plot itself is an excellent concept which is what I was hoping was going to keep me going. However, it's a good cure for insomnia.
jaimelesmaths on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Hilarious political/journalism novel. Just when you think the situation can't get any more absurd, it does. Minor complaint about the ending kept it from the 5th star, but still a good read (unless, of course, you are a conspiracy theorist, in which case you'll just be pissed off).
buddyboym More than 1 year ago
while i thought his father to be obnoxiously pretentious and self-possessed and his mother elitist and highly influenced by appearances, i commend them both for having raised a son who is not only brilliant, but also earthy and both weary and leery of the presumptions of his parents and their washingtonian hoi polloi and antics. he has that very irritating segment of our society down pat (no pun intended), and makes the most of it. if i could invite three people to dinner, he would be at the top of my list. he's an absolute joy, as are his books, and i seldom laugh as hard when reading as i do when reading the great Mr. Buckley.
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Drawkcab More than 1 year ago
Quite clever and funny. If only his father had been that funny!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Funny great story i recomend to any one who wants to laugh
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I tend to be very visual when I read. I like to cast the actors in 'the movie going on in my mind' when I'm reading. It didn't take me long to cast Kelsey Grammer in the role of John O Bannion. This guy has 'Dr. Frasier Crane' written all over him! This book is riddled with lunatic characters and situations that could be real. I wouldn't want someone who's bent on conspiracy theories reading this one. They might think it's non-fiction.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Let's just say that I laughed so hard reading it in the airport that people thought I was crazy.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. Undoubtedly the funniest book I have read. Great characters, twisted plot, side splittingly funny at times. I highly recommend it if you want a light book that makes you laugh and smile.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book and it really is funny as hell even though a little disturbing. Great writing and excellent humor make this one you will read fairly fast. Not as serious or detailed as Steiger's 'Alien Rapture' (a thriller) but I highly recommend it.