Rubber balls and liquor /

Comedian Gottfried goes for the jugular in his first humor book. As in George Carlin's Brain Droppings, the author loves to goof on language, and he is equally outrageous, as is evident when one deciphers the transsexual pun disguised in the book's title and the suggestive cover image. Gottfried free-associates, riffing in print with an improvisatory flair as wild as his standup routines. Blowjob and masturbation jokes punctuate a mix of memoir, angst-ridden anecdotes, and observational humor. Turning to self-mockery ("I have a face for voice-overs"), he tells how he landed the one-word role as the voice of the animated Aflac duck, and his fans will eagerly skip ahead to a chapter titled "Too Soon" about his now famous Friars Club performance two weeks after 9/11. Gottfried's basic tactic is to deliver a dynamite line and top it with several surprises before reaching the end of each paragraph, building to guffaw-inducing jokes on almost every page. (Apr. 26) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

The longtime funnyman and voice actor gets personal about his life and hard-won fame.In his own unique, uproarious way, Gottfried approached the writing of his first book much the same way he performs his comedy act, by expressing "whatever pops into my head, very often without a conscious thought." The result is a rollicking imbroglio of a memoir, as off-color as Gottfried followers have come to expect from the heckling jester. What the author considers the "big, sock-o opening" amounts to an explicit play-by-play from a botched tryst with a stripper. He wisely tones down the hyperactive wisecracking to recollect his Brooklyn childhood, the summer-camp histrionics, his father's questionable hardware store and the genesis of his comedy career at age 15 in New York City. Gottfried writes of the "small success" his offbeat material and gravelly voiced delivery afforded him on the stand-up comedy circuit. Those qualities soon captured the attention of producers at MTV, Saturday Night Live, Hollywood film studios and commercial television. He jokes that his career has "walked a tightrope between early-morning children's programming and hardcore porn." Gottfried's lengthy reflections from a silly stint on the Hollywood Squares are as airily entertaining as droll ruminations about his Jewish heritage, random encounters with Bea Arthur and Harrison Ford and the inside joke behind the book's title. To the uninitiated, the comedian is an acquired taste and often strains the boundaries of good taste, while others revel in his unapologetically raunchy material. Hardly cathartic and more than a little self-indulgent, Gottfried's narrative assails with one-liners, crude expletives and punchy self-deprecation right down to the very last page, where he thanks his publisher for "waiting until I left the room to say, 'Who thought a Gilbert Gottfried book was a good idea?' "Crude rib-tickling for die-hard fans, but a downer for those seeking more than surface shtick.]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.