by Daniel Klein and Thomas Cathcart.
With a heavy leaning towards Jewish and sexual jokes (many of which felt misogynistic and/or objectifying), this book wasn’t for me.
Philosophy and humour is a great premise, and I love clever philosophical jokes, but the general level of humour in this book ranged from smutty to perplexing, and I found only a small percentage genuinely funny. I got so bored, I was tempted to skip parts, but I persevered, hoping it would improve. It didn’t.
Ultimately, I accept that humour is too subjective a genre for any one rating to offer an accurate reflection, but for what it’s worth, I struggled to finish this, and gave away my copy soon afterwards.