A book review: Hey, if Howard Stern was to mention me on air, would I sell more books?

by Angela K. Durden

In homage to the 25th anniversary of the publishing of Howard Stern's book "Private Parts", I have posted here a titillating photo of myself that may or may not be bare flesh, but if it would sell books, I would say it is me in the nude and plaster it on the front cover just like Stern did with his admittedly small private parts covered over.

Hey, his words, not mine.

I have managed to avoid reading that book of his all these years. Until, that is, recently when a friend said, "Here, you'll enjoy it," and thrust it in my hands. (Note the oblique sexual reference there: thrust?)

I can honestly say Stern is funny and I did laugh out loud for real in certain places. But...

Having to wade through all the crap to get to the humor is not worth it. I don't like to throw up. Hurts the vocal chords and I do sing for money. I am 89 pages in and the only reason I got that far is because I compare the book to a car wreck you see up the road.

You know it's bad because ambulances are coming from every direction, there are so many blue lights flashing they make you blind, but you can't wait to get up there, see the gore, and say, "Ah, that's terrible. Thank God it isn't me." Then you drive on and never think of the wreck again.

He isn't called a shock jock for no good reason. But he loves his mama and his daddy and his wife and his kids and he's a loyal friend. So, will I be on his show? No. But he wouldn't be a bad guy to have a cuppa with...just not on air. 

Let him go on air and tell lying stories about me and mention the titles of my books and say he knows me. But would my books sell faster?

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It is the 25th anniversary of the publishing of Howard Stern's book "Private Parts." I have managed to avoid reading it all these years. Until, that is, recently a friend said, "Here, you'll enjoy it." I can honestly say Stern is funny and I did laugh out loud for real. But...

Having to wade through all the crap to get to the humor is not worth it. I am 35 pages in and the only reason I got that far is because I compare the book to a car wreck you see up the road.

You know it's bad because ambulances are coming from every direction, there are so many blue lights flashing they make you blind, but you can't wait to get up there, see the gore, and say, "Ah, that's terrible. Thank God it isn't me." Then you drive on and never think of the wreck again.