{"product_id":"9781942872207","title":"Hitler Saved My Life: WARNING - This book makes jokes about the Third Reich, the Reign of Terror, World War I, cancer, Millard Fillmore, Chernobyl, and features a full-frontal nude photograph of an unattractive man.","description":"\u003cb\u003eWhen advertising legend Jim Riswold is stricken with leukemia and prostate cancer, he quits the business that made him famous to become a “fake artist,” creating a controversial body of work with a controversial cast of characters, from Hitler to Mao to Kim Jong-Il. It was a decision that would save his life.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAdvertising legend Jim Riswold is a Big F****** Deal. Ask him, he’ll tell you. But when Riswold is stricken with leukemia and prostate cancer (a two-fer!), the freewheeling adman quits making commercials, and starts making art.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eBut not just any art—Hitler art. Mussolini art. Stalin-in-a-bathtub art.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThis is not a sad cancer story. This is a molotov cocktail of raunch and heart and 18-gauge biopsy guns. This is a taboo-busting laugh riot, a raspberry blown straight at dying-guy preciousness and monsters of all kinds—cancer and world-historical bad guys included.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eBe warned—contents of this book include: One profanity-spiked TEDx talk. Several very public, full-frontal dick picks. Two adorable children. Something called “Interferon Family Fun Night.” Jim Riswold leading a crowd of people in a rousing rendition of “Happy Birthday” to his oncologist.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eRelentlessly funny, and scorchingly subversive, this is a bruised and bruising memoir—it is also tubed, scarred, stapled, and irradiated.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eBut here’s the secret: Jim Riswold, enfant terrible, the man Charles Barkley once called “a role model for morons,” is kind of a sweetheart. The wise-guy posturing is just a cover for his pulpy heart.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAnother secret: This book isn’t about Hitler. It’s about the beautiful, stupid, gross, foolish, and fantastic things we’re willing to do for love and family and not-dying. It’s about a guy who, with due respect to Lou Gehrig, considers himself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eReally, Jim Riswold owes cancer a thank-you. Thanks to cancer, his tombstone will no longer read: Here Lies That Guy Who Did That “Bo Knows” Commercial.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eNow, it will say Here Lies the Guy Who Put Cancer in Its Place—and Mussolini on a Tricycle.","brand":"Regan Arts.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47151918088432,"sku":"9781942872207","price":19.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781942872207_p0.jpg?v=1763799970","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781942872207","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}