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Jackass Letters: Archive Volume 1 Paperback – February 15, 2017
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"Jorgensen is the master of yanking corporate America's chain." --Joel Postman, author of SocialCorp-- "In these uncertain times, we need writers like Christopher L. Jorgensen, who aren't afraid to poke the seemingly un-pokeable with an endless arsenal of originality and wit, and discover humanity in the unlikeliest of places." --Christian Dumais, author of Smashed: The Life and Tweets of Drunk Hulk-- "I found the Forest Gump posturing of the author quite amusing and refreshing. I even found it poignant at times. Beneath the silly, sometimes sophomoric surface of these letters, the author is craftily pointing to the many absurdities of a rampant capitalist society and all that that brings." --Gary Anderson, author of Animal Magnet--
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While Jorgenson's goofiness, facility with the written word, and general creativity in the weird department are readily apparent, the real treat of this book is the responses he gets from persons and companies both august and obscure, and how little these replies match up to the way you'd think they'd respond. The clear winner for me in the has-a-sense-of-humor department is definitely the Archbishop of Canterbury, who not only wrote a personal reply, but actually gamely critiqued Jorgenson's deadpannedly-submitted pornographic poetry. His Grace rocks, and I suspect is cut from a bit of the same fabric as Jorgenson himself. Also of note is attorney-at-law Mark J. Randazza, who accepted Jorgenson's effusive praise for taking on Glenn Beck (speaking of jackasses) so winningly, that he is apparently Jorgenson's personal lawyer now.
What's also interesting is the respondents who surprisingly showed not a whit of humor whatsoever; I'm sorry, but if you are naming your company or products Big Ass Fans, Anti-Monkey Butt Powder, or Boudreaux's Butt Paste, then I think it should be absolutely mandatory that you be willing to banter with your customers who take the time to engage you with a letter sent via postal mail. However, the very bottom of this big barrel of epistolary fun is definitely reserved for Bayer, whose response to Jorgenson's totally reasonable product suggestion for an addition to their Midol line (okay, well, it wasn't exactly reasonable, but it's not like it was offensive or anything!) was to passive-aggressively threaten him with legal action. (I dunno; maybe it was that time of the month for them?)
Unfortunately, I have to ding a star off of Jackass Letters: Archive Volume 1 for two things. The first regards Jorgenson, I am sure he is surprised to hear me assert, not being enough of a jackass. When publishing a book based on a web site, I think it is appropriately jackassy to withhold some of the material from the web so as to offer "exclusive" content to the book buyers. Jorgenson, being the non-jackass that he actually is, clearly is inclined to generously share everything with us on the web (and he does not even accost us with obnoxious ads while we're there). But even though this book is more directly intended for the non-Internet-using Luddites who think the telephone was an impersonal technological advance in the wrong direction, I still am going to suggest that Jorgenson ferret away a few exchanges here and there between now and the release of Volume 2, so that his non-Luddite book-buying fans will be able to feel all superior and shit for getting something extra.
Although I understand that there's likely no way of procuring the rights to reprint the autographed photos often sent to Jorgenson at his request, my second ding thing is for not at least including mention of the fact when these fabulous keepsakes are included. For instance, doesn't it warm your heart just to know that in addition to his poetry tips, the Archbishop of Canterbury also sent along a big, glossy, autographed photo of himself in all his maroon-robed glory? Or that lawyer Mark J. Randazza also sent along a signed photo… of Gary Coleman? I mean, that's really the cherry on top of that story right there.
In summary, Jackass Letters: Archive Volume 1 is a great gift for your bawdy but technically disinclined great-uncle, a delightful read for when you're out of WiFi range at the beach this summer, and an absolutely required addition to every living human's commode-side library.
4 fun, silly, not even jackassy stars.
(Disclosure, because I don't want to get an entirely unfunny letter from the FTC: I received a copy of this book directly from the author in exchange for my honest review. My method of acquisition never influences the content of my book reviews; I may be a jackass, but I am a rigorously scrupulous one!)