Ben Greenman's raucous collection of stories and pieces ranges from the traditional to the impossible, from the Italian to the Russian, from the musical to the minimal. Greenman constructs layer upon layer of artifice, filling the spaces between with thousands of smooth, brown pellets of insight and humor. An editor at the New Yorker and a frequent contributor to McSweeney's, Greenman seamlessly assimilates Borges, Bartheleme, Chekhov and Calvino, developing a sensibility at once wholly contemporary and tenderly reminiscent.
Superbad, page 6:
"By 2005 I headed up The Department of How Things Are. My job mostly involved circling pictures of women's breasts in fashion magazines. It wasn't the easiest job in the world -- I had to use one of those permanent markers, and the squeaking and the smell damn near drove me nuts some days -- but I got really good at it, and by my third month there I rarely accidentally circled the head or the hand."
"Greenman never stoops to the obvious. Just when you think he has thoroughly excavated all available humor, he surprises with a snipe from an unforeseen direction."
-Time Out New York
"The contents of Superbad are wickedly funny and curiously effective. Superbad pulls off an impressive hat trick."
-The Onion
