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This review is from: Set Up, Joke, Set Up, Joke (Paperback)
I was wary of this sequel to Conversations with my Agent, thinking it would be more of the same. And I was right. It is more of the same. And it's still hilarious. Nearly ten years have passed, and our man is still trying to get to grips with Hollywood and its absurd logic, his sitcom projects are still failing to get off the ground, and his monstrous agent continues to turn churlishness into high art. Despite all the back-biting and greed and vanity on show, these books also have a Wodehousian charm to them. This Hollywood is as far removed from the real world as Blandings Castle, its plots are as absurd, its characters as comic. And running through these books is the constant joke that the slipperiest customer of all is language itself:
ME: What was his tone?
MY AGENT: (V.O.) In a word, 'elegiac'. His tone was 'elegiac'. Some, with a smaller vocabulary and a lack of appreciation for nuance, which is not something I do not have, might say 'funereal'. But I think 'elegiac' conveys the proper ambiguity.
Hollywood satire is plentiful, but Rob Long manages to do it while insisting on the humanity of its players. Money aside, he seems to say, people do this because it's fun. Even when it's hell.