If anyone can find the last Woody Allen “Shouts and Murmurs” piece, it was in The New Yorker probably four or five months ago, and it was actually funny and not goofy or overwritten like the stuff in Without Feathers or Getting Even — hey, I loved it when I was fourteen, but I mean, all right, you outgrow it, you absolutely outgrow it — if anybody can find that piece and e-mail it or mail it or fax it to me, I will send you in return a used but still in good condition VHS tape of Mr. Allen’s 1979 film Manhattan. This offer is good indefinitely. If for some reason two people find the story simultaneously, I can also offer a slightly more worn backup tape of Hannah and Her Sisters.
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Let's Panic About Babies! is a book I wrote with the delightful Alice Bradley. You will like it if you are currently pregnant, if you have children, or if you have absolutely no intention of having children. Not just because it's funny, but because you can burn it to stay warm.
Clicking on the cover will take you to the publisher's web site, clicking here will take you to Amazon.com, or, you can go to Let's Panic! the web site, preview some of the material in the book, and read a whole lot of bonus stuff we post for free when we feel like it, which isn't often anymore. It's a full-time job managing the enormous wealth that comes from writing a fake parenting book.
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