...to get to know the man the Chicago Tribute has called "the next Mark Twain" (no, they didn't)
...the guy David Ladderman, Jay Limo & others depend on for new material (no, they don't)
...the acclaimed wit known to the staff at the Miami Harold as "the funniest man since Mark Twain" (actually, they never met)
...a man the New Yorker Times considers to be "just a bit taller than Mark Twain" (this is true, because Mark Twain died)
So hop aboard for Barry's fourth collection of looks at play, work, art, TV, cultural norms (a very short chapter, that one), ads, fads, politics, the internet, anti-social networking, and why the end of the world might be late.
And yes, Straw-Heads, the ferrets are back.
Includes these award-winning stories!
The Zodiac Buzz-Killer
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About the Author
Parham is the author of the 2009 sleeper, "Why I Hate Straws," his debut collection of humor and satire including the award-winning stories, 'Going Green, Seeing Red' & 'Driving Miss Conception.'
In October 2010, Parham published "Sorry, We Can't Use Funny," another award-winning collection of general-topic satire and humor, and the more targeted "Blush: Politics and other unnatural acts." He followed up in 2011 with "The Middle-Age of Aquarius," a growing-old-but-not-so-gracefully vehicle for the award-winners 'Comfortably Dumb,' 'Snowblind' and 'The Zodiac Buzz-Killer.'
"Full Frontal Stupidity" (2012) is Parham's 5th collection of humor, satire and observations, and features more award-winning stories, including 'Skirts vs. Skins' and 'Scenes From a Maul.' Most recently, his work appeared in the 2011 national humor anthology, "My Funny Valentine," and his essays are slated to appear in two more collections in late 2012.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
In his latest foray into the full-length "literary" format, THE MIDDLE-AGE OF AQUARIUS, Barry Parham befuddles, amazes, provokes, enlightens, and most of all, entertains. As a member of Parham's middle-aged generation, I found myself wandering through the stages of my existence, a big smile on my face, amazed at the clarity of Barry's memory of MY LIFE. At many points I nearly fell out of my chair laughing . . . and I was in a barca-lounger! Is there a truth in life that this man holds sacred? It doesn't seem so. And what a blessed relief! PC takes a beating when Parham's pen is in hand. As a man of the Eisenhower generation, this brief exert really hit home with me -- "These days, personal victories consist of a list of things you've managed to stop doing (smoking, drinking beer from holes punched in the bottom of the can, wearing pants with holes in the knees, drinking in some frat-hole until you end up on your knees, flicking a lighter and yelling "Free Bird" whenever you're confronted with live music)." I even remember singing "The Age of Aquarius" as a teen, dreaming of the chance to see the Broadway musical from whence it came -- mainly hoping to catch a glimpse of onstage nudity. Heck, even offstage nudity would have worked fine. I was a teenager for Pete's sake! Can you see that just reading Parham's book has turned me into a giddy almost-flower-child again? And I'm a stodgy lawyer, with a "reputation" to burnish. If you're a member of Parham's generation, or even wish you were, do yourself a favor. BUY THIS BOOK. Put it in your bathroom where it belongs and try not to fall off your seat in laughter. And even if you do . . . what the heck, "you've come a long way, baby," and "you're not getting older, your getting better." Parham can turn a phrase with the best, and bash a politician with the worst. Indulge yourself in THE MIDDLE-AGE OF AQUARIUS. You'll be overjoyed that you did.