“King’s writing is sharp, his comedy as black as Donald Rumsfeld’s heart . . .”—MaximGodfrey Bishop works for a soft-porn magazine. He talks to the models, he reads hundreds of filthy readers’ letters, he organizes the photo shoots and even gets to direct the action. He has, according to his nonporn friends, “the best job in the world.” Chuck into the mix a 12 girl orgy, a stable of alcoholic co-workers, an angry argumentative feminist, and a obsessive letter-writer and you have Danny King’s funniest novel yet.