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| View Larger Image | Thank You for Smoking: A Novel
by Christopher Buckley
| | List Price: | $13.95 | | Price: | $11.16 | | You Save: | $2.79 (20%) |  | | Available: | Usually ships in 24 hours | | | | | Sales Rank: | 20929 | | Studio: | Random House Trade Paperbacks | | | Binding: | Paperback | | Number Of Pages: | 288 | | Publication Date: | February 14, 2006 | | Publisher: | Random House Trade Paperbacks |
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Nobody blows smoke like Nick Naylor. He’s a spokesman for the Academy of Tobacco Studies–in other words, a flack for cigarette companies, paid to promote their product on talk and news shows. The problem? He’s so good at his job, so effortlessly unethical, that he’s become a target for both anti-tobacco terrorists and for the FBI. In a country where half the people want to outlaw pleasure and the other want to sell you a disease, what will become of the original Puff Daddy? |
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"Nick Naylor had been called many things since becoming chief spokesman for the Academy of Tobacco Studies. But until now no one had actually compared him to Satan." They might as well have, though. "Gucci Goebbels," "yuppie Mephistopheles," and "death merchant" are just a few endearments Naylor has earned himself as the tobacco lobby's premier spin doctor. The hero of Thank You for Smoking does of course have his fans. His arguments against the neo-puritanical antismoking trends of the '90s have made him a repeat guest on Larry King, and the granddaddy of Winston-Salem wants him to be the anointed heir. Still, his newfound notoriety has unleashed a deluge of death threats. Christopher Buckley's satirical gift shines in this hilarious look at the ironies of "personal freedom" and the unbearable smugness of political correctness. Bracing in its cynicism, Thank You for Smoking is a delightful meander off the beaten path of mainstream American ethics. And despite his hypertension-inducing, slander-splattered, morally bankrupt behavior--which leads one Larry King listener to describe him as "lower than whale crap"--you'll find yourself rooting for smoking's mass enabler. --Rebekah Warren |
CUSTOMER REVIEWS (Average Customer Rating: 4.5 based on 104 reviews)
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AWESOME 
If you liked the movie at all, you will love the book. I'm going to read all of Buckley's novels now.
September 02, 2008 | |
smoking gun
I thought it was great and I wish I could write as well as Mr. Buckley. Makes me want to find more of his books to read
July 22, 2008 | |
Take that, political correctness!
`Thank You for Smoking' by Christopher Buckley
Christopher Buckley once again delivers with his supremely sharp jabs at American political correctness and smug political sanctimony. Buckley's hero, Nick Naylor, top spokesman for the tobacco industry keeps you in hysterics as he flaks for his industry during appearances with the likes of Larry King. The unfailingly intelligent banter served up at Naylor's weekly lunch club with his fellow MoD's (Merchants of Death - reps of the firearm & alcohol industries) will bust your gut. Mr. Buckley's knack for sublimely over the top humor will undoubtedly keep you in stitches and wanting for more. The story contains enough twists and turns, wild characters and silky wit to keep you reading his novels forever. For any lover of smart satire, definitely check out this terrific novel. As with any great book turned movie, celluloid inevitably finds a way to disappoint and `Thank You For Smoking' is certainly NOT an exception. If you've seen the movie and think you've got the story - trust me - you haven't. The book is a near entirely different plot and far smarter offering of fun - check it out!
June 10, 2008 | |
Everyone's A Caricature 
Thank You for Smoking is a collection of caricatures, each more clever than the other. The Mod (Merchants of Death) Squad is a great concept, and the cigarette, alcohol, and firearms pitchmen that comprise it are outlandish uber-parodies. The same with the Captain (Doak Boykin), the urbane, old moneyed, vaguely racist, mint julep drinking tobacco industry leader with the weak ticker. There's even a Malboro Man equivalent, the rugged Tumbleweed Man. All are so over the top as to be ridiculous, yet something tells me they're exactly as Nanny state politicians and class action attorneys picture them.
Of course, the politicians are just as unctuous- philandering liars who can be bought on short money. The histrionic anti-tobacco activists don't come off pure, either, exaggerating statistics and exploiting kids with cancer to further their aims. [After all, "smoking is the nation's leading cause of statistics."]
The character development was far and away TYFS's strength; the meandering, unrealistic plot was its weakness. The story line is pretty thin, and the book's climax is unfortunately its least believable aspect. In general, there is a huge conspiracy afoot that requires you to swallow an awful lot. Some characters and subplots are brought up without any development, such as Nick's son, and the idea of making a movie to revitalize onscreen smoking.
Still, the characters and their excellent dialogue alone make this worth reading. Major character and smoking spokesman Nick Naylor's charm, spin, and rationalization of why, for instance, cheese is worse for you than cigarette smoke, make for an unforgettable character. Buckley's use of imagined newspaper headlines, and fictitious dialogue from minor players like Larry King and Oprah are inspired.
October 09, 2007 | |
Satire at its best 
In the daily melodramas of Washington life--at least the stock versions offered by the hometown paper and the network news--the plots are predictable and the characters easy to read. We have good guys (public-interest lawyers, environmentalists, idealistic congressmen calling for an "expanded federal role"), and we have bad guys (pro-lifers, Second Amendment enthusiasts, people with Pentagon contracts). And then we have the really, really bad guys: the publicists, talking heads, and spinmeisters of the Tobacco Institute, the infamous lobbying arm of the tobacco industry.
Watching one of these poor souls bob and weave on MacNeil-Lehrer, or grimace through a grilling on the morning shows, you can't help wondering: What's it like to be so openly hated, so contemptuously disbelieved, as the fellow who drags himself from bed each morning to defend a product only slightly more popular than Thalidomide? Does his mom hate him, too? Does his wife believe him when he explains why he's late for dinner? Do the kids mind when the Discovery channel compares dad to Himmler? Has he never thought of chucking it all for an easier job--say, writing jokes for Elie Wiesel?
Not all of those human questions are specifically asked and answered by Christopher Buckley in Thank You for Smoking, his new satirical novel; actually, none of them is. But Mr. Buckley has set for himself the large task of entering that rarefied circle of PR hell where the tobacco spokesman resides, to give him flesh and depth, to show with some sympathy his inner life, to share his pain. And then to kill him off. Or almost kill him off.
Our hero is Nick Naylor, chief spokesman for the Academy of Tobacco Studies (for which read: the Tobacco Institute). Like many spokesfolk, Nick is a journalist who failed upward. As a local Washington TV reporter he made the mistake one evening of announcing to a live television audience that the President had, in fact, died, when he had, in fact, not. For that minor error he was removed from the trade of journalism and entered the trade of public relations, where inaccuracy is more highly prized. The pay is better, too.
Nick's job of ceaseless prevarication does not especially trouble him. And Mr. Buckley records his dissembling with such precision, and such relish, that we won't be especially bothered by it, either. Here, to take one of his riffs at random, is Nick pleading for a ceasefire in the smoking wars, with Katie Couric (one of many media stars who make cameos in the novel): "Well, Katie, you can't spell tolerance without the t in tobacco. Our position all along has been, we understand there are people who care strongly about smoking. We're saying, Let's work together on this. Let's get some dialogue going. This is a big country, a great country, and there's plenty of room in it for smoking and nonsmoking areas."
The patter is worthy of Elmer Gantry or Professor Harold Hill. Like them, too, Nick is a bottomless fount of information. Did you know that smoking prevents Parkinson's disease? Scientific data suggest that it does. And smoking reduces the incidence of carpal-tunnel syndrome, since smokers take more frequent breaks from their computer keyboards. At the same time, bans on smoking in the workplace have led to an alarming rise in pneumonia, from thrusting smokers into the elements merely because they've chosen to enjoy a pleasurable recreational activity enjoyed by forty million other Americans.
In thus defending the right to smoke, Nick is cheered on by the MOD Squad--a small luncheon group that takes its name from its members' reputations as Merchants of Death. Charter members are Bobby Jay, of "SAFETY, the Society for the Advancement of Firearms and Effective Training of Youth, formerly NRTBAC, the National Right to Bear Arms Committee," and Polly of the "Moderation Council, formerly the National Association for Alcoholic Beverages."
I do not doubt that in the vast chow dens of Washington, some equivalent of the MOD Squad actually exists. "Their guests had come from such groups as the Society for the Humane Treatment of Calves, representing the veal industry, the Friends of Dolphins, formerly the Pacific Tuna Fishermen's Association, the American Highway Safety Association, representing triple-trailer truckers, the Land Enrichment Foundation, formerly the Coalition for the Responsible Disposal of Radioactive Waste, and others."
What brings this sad band of brothers and sisters together is their shared fate: to defend, for pay, the quotidian pleasures and practices of American life against the assaults of a new, aggressive, and spectacularly priggish political culture. But the MOD Squad's solidarity is sorely tested when the going gets even tougher, as it does when a band of anti-smoking zealots (or so it seems) kidnaps Nick and attempts to terminate him with extreme prejudice, by plastering him with (what else?) nicotine patches. From here the plot accelerates; I won't spoil your pleasure by telling you where it leads, except to say that you'll be amazed at where you end up.
Thank You for Smoking is at once a mystery, a political drama, and a knowing social satire of the first rank.
It's a dicey combination, and I can't think of another contemporary American novelist who could pull it off with such dexterity and high spirits. Mr. Buckley's ear for the cant of bureaucracy and publicity is pitch-perfect, and his rendering of the essential absurdity of so much of Washington life is unsparing but always humane. Christopher Buckley's Washington is much more entertaining than the stock version, and, I'm sorry to say, much more believable.
July 21, 2007 | |
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