For at least forty years, Calvin Trillin has committed blatant acts of funniness all over the placein The New Yorker, in one-man off-Broadway shows, in his ';deadline poetry' for The Nation, in comic novels like Tepper Isn't Going Out, in books chronicling his adventures as a happy eater, and in the column USA Today called ';simply the funniest regular column in journalism.'Now Trillin selects the best of his funny stuff and organizes it into topics like high finance (';My long-term investment strategy has been criticized as being entirely too dependent on Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes') and the literary life (';The average shelf life of a book is somewhere between milk and yogurt.')In Quite Enough of Calvin Trillin, the author deals with such subjects as the horrors of witnessing a voodoo economics ceremony and the mystery of how his mother managed for thirty years to feed her family nothing but leftovers (';We have a team of anthropologists in there now looking for the original meal') and the true story behind the Shoe Bomber: ';The one terrorist in England with a sense of humor, a man known as Khalid the Droll, had said to the cell, ';I bet I can get them all to take off their shoes in airports.' ' He remembers Sarah Palin with a poem called ';On a Clear Day, I See Vladivostok' and John Edwards with one called ';Yes, I Know He's a Mill Worker's Son, but There's Hollywood in That Hair.' In this, the definitive collection of his humor, Calvin Trillin is prescient, insightful, and invariably hilarious.From the Hardcover edition.