Whenever I’m in a really crappy mood and it seems like nothing is ever going to get better, I turn to Milk and Cheese. Or Magic Whistle by Sam Henderson, if I’ve read Milk and Cheese already too recently. You’d have a hard time finding a funnier book than this… well, at least until the collected Dork comes out, which I’ve heard is going to be some time this year. Does it have a point, social commentary, anything like that? Not really. Maybe there are a couple of accidental statements about TV and Merv Griffin, but past that it’s pure, unadulterated mayhem. Brutal sometimes, too. If you ever feel low and those crappy feel-good Hollywood movies just aren’t doing it this time, you could do a lot worse than to get a copy of this.
