What do you get when you cross a fistful of pens and an enormous stack of blank paper with somebody who resents the sweet-smelling muzzle of good manners and polite conversation, will go to his grave insisting that phuck is not a four-letter word, has never been able to hold a 9 to 5 job for more than a handful of meager months, who regularly permits himself the crude grace of giving a shit about absolutely everything, and who delights in always saying the wrong thing at the right time in contempt of every expectation that the naked truth is at all obscene?
You get And Then the World Blew Up, a collection of cartoons, illustrations, personal essays and culture-war correspondence from an author who's just trying to defuse the apocalyptic bomb that is the miracle of our Creation. Drawn, painted, and collaged in Mr. Fish’s many virtuosic styles, And Then the World Blew Up is an eloquent take-no-prisoners response to American political life.
WARNING: This book contains satire, which has been known to cause extreme bouts of giving a shit about the human race.
"Here we have the budding conscience of the heedless satirist—unafraid to call bullshit on who- or whatever the powers may be. ... Like the wake-up pill in The Matrix, Mr. Fish’s graphic broadsides can jolt viewers out of complacency." — Village Voice