Chicago Review Press
The “fake letter” book arguably began in the Seventies when Don Novello “ aka Father Guido Sarducci “ adopted the pen name of Lazlo Toth and typed out the strangest, funniest and most absurd correspondence with celebrities, corporations and other organizations that took his inane queries seriously. “The Lazlo Letters” was the first.
Others have tried it since “ including Paul Rosa’s grating “Idiot Letters” and last year’s awful one-two punch of Art Farkas’ “Letters to eBay” and Gabe Kaplan’s “Kotter’s Back: E-mails from a Faded Celebrity to a Bewildered World” “ but not to any degree of success. They tried so hard to be funny, they weren’t funny at all. To paraphrase “Spinal Tap,” there’s a fine line between stupid and clever, and British humorist Robin Cooper understands that. Whether trying to write a romance novel or convincing people he’s invented a new color, “The Timewaster Letters” aren’t a waste of time. His dry wit works.