Alan’s newest book, written with Dave Barry and Adam Mansbach, is a parody of the Haggadah called “For This We Left Egypt?”
This is no ordinary Haggadah.
If you’ve ever suffered through a Seder, you’re well aware of the fact that the entire evening can last as long as the exodus from Egypt itself. There are countless stories, dozens of blessings, and far too many hand washings while the meal turns cold. Now prepare to be entertained by another version of the book that’s responsible for this interminable tradition.
Dear Mr. Franklin,
First of all, let me just say that this Assignment is Stupid. You are Dead.
Why am I writing a letter to Some dead guy I’ve never even met?
This is the start to a most unlikely pen pal relationship between thirteen-year-old Franklin Isaac Saturday (Ike) and Benjamin Franklin (get the book to continue reading!)
“Putting Barry and Zweibel in close proximity is sort of like juggling torches while walking a wire over a vat of kerosene; sooner or later, there’s gonna be a big, big bang. A rocket-fueled romp whose pages practically turn themselves.”—BookPage
“The aptly titled Lunatics delivers exactly what one would expect from two award-winning humorists: an outrageously funny, irreverent, over-the-top comic mystery. How funny is Lunatics? It’s the sort of book that inspires snorts, may make you spit out your soda and burst into hysterical laughter in public.”—The Miami Herald
“A screwball comedy of errors and a rare political satire. Barry and Zweibel bring us what we need: comic relief.”—The Boston Globe
“At once a biting satire on misplaced priorities and a comedy routine live from New York, Shulman’s monologue in motion never hesitates to ask the big questions–questions like ‘Was this bridge always this steep?'”Jennifer Baker
“Humor writer, author, playwright. But enough about me. Alan Zweibel’s book made me laugh outloud!”–Steve Martin
From Publishers Weekly
Starred Review. Saturday Night Live writing alum and Thurber Prize winner Zweibel (The Other Shulman) returns with a collection of essays, short stories and ephemera that should solidify his place among American satirists.
A long time ago, when you were little, Mom and I took you to where we wanted to build a house. . . . I remember there was one tree, however, that the three of you couldn’t stop staring at. . . .