It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon here in Malibu, California.  A school of dolphins frolic in the ocean, visible from the deck of my two story beach house.  I’ve invited over my good friend; author, television personality and all around swell guy Greg Gutfeld to talk about his new book “The Bible of Unspeakable Truths.”  My Laotian pool boy Hugo has just finished freshening our pina coladas and it’s time to dig into the interview.  [Editor’s Note:  This interview was conducted via email.  Mr. Scott has never met Mr. Gutfeld.  Mr. Scott demanded this bogus intro citing the Vanity Fair style guide and insisting that the imagery would make the interview "more interesting for the reader."  Whatever.]

Greg, thanks for stopping by.  Let’s get into it. 

1)  Why write a book of all things?  I mean, you’re on TV and you are a King of the Internets.  Isn’t a book a technological step backwards?  What can we expect next, a hieroglyphic stone tablet or something over the telegraph?

Originally, I had planned to do the book purely via the classic child’s game called “Whisper Down the Lane.” I begin speaking a passage of the book, to one person, who then repeats the passage to someone else. While I’m doing this of course, I’m also beating your naked back with a splintered AFX racing track. It adds a whole dimension to the game, and to your back.   (more…)

Anyone who wonders how Barack Obama seems to have come from nowhere to become our 44th President need only read his amazing book, Dreams from My Father. Or, better, you should listen to the audio version of the book, read by Barack Obama himself. This recorded book won a Grammy Award. The award is richly deserved.

Obama’s book is a classic of American literature. Those who think he did not write it, that perhaps, as some Internet zanies have alleged, that the radical Bill Ayers wrote it, are doing both Obama and themselves a disservice. Bill Ayers’ thoughts have all the leaden quality of most deadening Marxist screeds. Ayers’ writing you can’t pick up; Obama’s you can’t put down.

Father and Son 

It’s deeply offensive to many to charge that Obama did not write his own book. It’s the same charge, incidentally, that was made against the first great black American writer: Frederick Douglass. Frederick’s powerful stage presence soon proved doubters wrong.

Obama’s book is witty, spirited, engaging. It draws you in. It commands not just your attention, but your respect and even your affection. One caution I should provide. Obama’s talented mimicry of the accents of his African relatives and a militant Chicago street hustler includes an occasional use of the F-word. He never uses this kind of language speaking in his own voice, but only when quoting others, I should point out. (more…)