Zen monk and punk rocker Warner offers a “big snarly ball of confessional vomit” in his third book, following Hardcore Zen
and Sit Down and Shut Up
. The snarly ball is his own suffering, fodder for the Zen cushion: his mother's and grandmother's deaths, the dissolution of his marriage and lots of day-job insecurity when the Japanese monster-movie company he works for downsizes and gets sold. As ever, Warner is unafraid to smash idols, including his own celebrity status as a Zen master. “Not only am I not that thing, but no one is,” he writes, and that means everybody from the Dalai Lama to fellow students of his Japanese teacher who disliked his being picked as the teacher's successor. Warner is honest—he would say his attitude is seeing things as they are, a Zen bent. Those familiar with his previous work will find this book exceptionally plainspoken and pungent, in keeping with his idiosyncratic vow “to be an a**hole for the rest of my life.” That's a lot of honesty. (Mar. 1
)
