Even putting aside all standards of literary merit and art, this book is worthless, unless you wish to engage in the sordid descent into hilarity its reading will entail. Albertina Merrynot, The Monthly Purist.

There are more clues on a single page of this book than there are in the Bible. And they are just about as clear. Agatha Misty, The English Country Chronicle.

This is the pick of the month. But is it a book or a booger? Read it and see. Either way it's a tasty little tidbit. Slow Quick Won, Shanghai Times

To describe matters of the utmost importance with flippant jocularity as is done herein is immoral. Graham Foster, The Wheaton Holy Times.

It doesn't seem possible, but this one is worse than the other one. Y. Woody Dewit, The Long Grove News.

This book is like a puzzle someone spilled glop on. It is obscenely dirty and you have to clean it up before you get anywhere. Tafty Cadwalader, The Cincinnati Daily Bugle (Blow hard now!)

I have nothing but superlatives to say about this book. Of all the works published in the history of mankind this is the absolute worst! Methuselah Patel, The Bangalore Context.

In this book I see many things. I see law firms. I see finance. But I don't see no underpants. The shocking indecency of it all is abhorrent to my taste. Which is high. Farlotta Fiddletwit, The DuPage Front Page.

Death is not funny. Murder is not funny. God and his religion are not funny. Yet Mr. Thompson attempts to make light of them. His sins are so many and so severe that we should expect to see him soon shot down the Hell chute. Alas, I fear that even the Devil would soon tire of his malicious interference with the requirements of propriety. He would laugh in Hell. There is no place fit for him and thus we must endure his sacrilege! St. Paul, The Heavenly Some Times