‘I am an atheist whack job; that’s my culture,” writes Penn Jillette in this giddily blasphemous chronicle of his religious beliefs, or lack thereof. “This book is just some thoughts from someone who doesn’t know. I’ve tried to throw in a couple of funny stories, and there’s a lot of rambling.”
In truth, there are several truckloads of rambling. It’s fascinating to watch Jillette bounce from topic to topic — letters to Penthouse, nude Elvis impersonators, the Amazing Kreskin— pausing here and there to offer a parenthetical digression or a crisp, witty aside: “Tattoos used to mean you lived outside the law; now tattoos mean you’ve been at a mall.”
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