Fifty-something year old Fisk Cellars gets conned out of his life savings and spends the rest of the book continually getting screwed by the man. Piers spends this entire book railing against salesmen, car racing, marketing, advertising, adoption agencies, and the death industry. It was never particularly funny, or clever, or biting. It seemed to me like Piers got to page 180, realized that he had written enough to publish and decided to wrap it all up in the last two pages.

All in all, pretty disappointing. ( )