“My Brother Was An Only Child”
Raymond Smullyan’s “What Is The Name Of This Book?” and “This Book Needs No Title”.
It helps to read the book, I suppose, but I always loved “Who In Hell Is Wanda Fuca?”, by non other than G.M. Ford (like this would be his real name :D)
Hint: The action takes place in Seattle
Heh. I call it ‘The Strait of Wanda Fuca’ too. But I pronounce it ‘Fukka’.
Johnny L.A.
Birch Bay, WA
The Sweet Potato Queen’s Book of Love.
And it’s nonfiction. There really are Sweet Potato Queens. And one of them wrote it.
Thomas M. Disch’s “Fun With Your New Head”
I’ve never read it, but I love the title.
I like :
The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Enhancing Self Esteem
Which, if you had great self esteem, perhaps you wouldn’t consider yourself a complete idiot?
bY Chrisopher Moore:
Island of the Sequined Love Nun
and
Lust Lizard of Meloncholy Cove
[hijack] My mom, visiting from the east coast, is a bit hard of hearing and thought I said ‘The Strait of Buttifucco’ [/hj]
The magazine store I used to work in sold discounted books. One had the odd title, Big Hair: A Journey into the Transformation of Self.
The Joseph Campbell approach to hair care, apparently.
(Slightly off-topic, but we also sold a magazine named Monster Tits in the porn section,. I always wondered about day-to-day life at that magazine: secretaries answering, “Hello, you’ve reached Monster Tits,” guys with “Monster Tits” on their resumes – some proud elderly women informing her bridge partners that her son is the editor of Monster Tits magazine…)
“How the Animals Lost Their Tails and Got Them Back Traveling From Philadelphia to Medicine Hat” (short story by Carl Sandburg)
Pretty much all of Will Cuppy’s books have very funny titles. In addition to Decline, there’s How to Tell Your Friends from the Apes, How to Attract the Wombat, How to Become Extinct, and How to Be a Hermit.
Eats, Shoots and Leaves
If You Leave Me, Can I Come Too?
by Cynthia Heimel
I always thought Keep the Aspidistra Flying was a funny title. You know, for a George Orwell book.
Elvis is Dead and I Don’t Feel So Good
Lewis Grizzard
P.S. Your Cat is Dead by James Kirkwood (who later wrote A Chorus Line)
Motherhood, the Second Oldest Profession by Erma Bombeck (she said at book signings, people actually asked her “What’s the First?” :eek:)
I have a book called “Kniiting with Dog Hair” which is exactly what the title says.