From Sartre to Star Trek, Kafka to Mr. Wizard, Wagner to Puke Rock (don’t ask)—no subject is too exalted or ridiculous to come under the acerbic scrutiny of N. Nosirrah. In this freewheeling, very funny story of Sixties excess, mad genius, enlightened rambling, death and transfiguration, no metaphysical or cultural holds are barred.
N. Nosirrah’s incisive and intelligent wit on matters spiritual and worldly offers a refreshing alternative to less adventuresome works of fiction, spirituality, autobiography, or philosophy. This book includes all of those threads and features a voice which is at once profoundly irreverent and mystically sound. Fundamentalists beware: the God of this religion brooks no pat description, no belief system, no creed or manifesto, except perhaps that of freedom from such limitation, with a healthy dose of comic irony in both concept and conversational delivery.
How can such a small book contain so much in the way of pharmaceuticals, eroticism, and depraved music, while still having something discerning to say about the ego, the value of pi, and the benefits of electroshock therapy? And why should we care? Can this tiny tome actually change your life? As Nosirrah’s beleaguered editor, Lydia Smyth, advises, “Read it, be transformed, and then you will know exactly what to do.”