By Bill Scheft
Phil Camp has an issue. now not the truth that he wrote a parody of a self-help booklet (Where am i able to Stow My Baggage?) that the area took heavily and that grew to become a global bestseller, or that he wrote the publication less than a phony identify, Marty Fleck, and the phony identify grew to become a self-help guru in a single day. Phil can't be Marty Fleck. He can slightly be himself.
No, Phil's challenge is that he has been strolling with a limp for 9 months. Phil is in consistent ache, but there's not anything bodily improper together with his physique that may reason such anguish. This challenge leads him to the debatable Dr. Samuel Abrun, a true health care professional who wrote a true self-help ebook (The strength of "Ow!") that made millions of individuals pain-free.
So what occurs whilst the self-help fraud meets the true merchandise? Does he recuperate? Can he hobble out of his personal solution to aid himself? most crucial, can the reader make it via fifty pages with out considering, Wait a minute. Is twinge i believe in my again or simply gas?
Phil embraces Abrun's unorthodox psychogenic theories passionately yet manages to avoid wasting ardour for Abrun's daughter, Janet, herself a physician who has her personal theories approximately, and treatments for, power ache. If all this weren't adequate, Phil attempts to delve extra into his earlier together with his unconventional psychotherapist, the Irish decrease, no matter if it potential revealing darkish secrets and techniques he by no means remembered telling him the 1st or thrice. To best all of it off, Phil confronts his adjust ego's nemesis, right-wing radio blowhard Jim McManus, basically to determine they percentage a standard enemy -- an identical relations.
Like Carl Hiassen and Larry David, writer invoice Scheft is familiar with that the easiest humor is often excruciating. that matches the tale of Everything Hurts and its lesson: discomfort is the final word instructor. through the top, Phil Camp, the self-proclaimed "self-help fraud," seems to be the true factor. And the genuine factor seems to be fallacious and burdened, yet hopeful. In different phrases, human.