The host of NPR's "Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me" provides a clever guide to excessive misbehavior and the culture of vices. With a sharp wit, a remarkable eye for detail, and the carefree insouciance that can only come from not having any idea what he's getting into, Sagal proves to be the perfect guide to sinful behavior. What happens in Vegas - and in less glamorous places - is all laid out in these pages, a modern version of Dante's Inferno, except with more jokes.
Somewhere, somebody is having more fun than you are.
Orso everyone believes. Peter Sagal, a mild-mannered, Harvard-educated radio host-the man who puts the second "l" in "vanilla"-decided to find out if it's true. From strip clubs to gambling halls to swingers clubs to porn sets and back to the strip clubs (but only because he left his glasses there), Sagal explores what the sinful folk do, how much they pay for the privilege, and how exactly they got those funny red marks.
Somewhere, somebody is having more fun than you are.
Orso everyone believes. Peter Sagal, a mild-mannered, Harvard-educated radio host-the man who puts the second "l" in "vanilla"-decided to find out if it's true. From strip clubs to gambling halls to swingers clubs to porn sets and back to the strip clubs (but only because he left his glasses there), Sagal explores what the sinful folk do, how much they pay for the privilege, and how exactly they got those funny red marks.
"Deliciously funny" - Chicago Tribune
"Sagal's guide to excessive misbehavior and a life of vice touches on what he calls "imaginatively naughty things." - USA Today
"The Book of Vice is that kind of book full of passages so deliciously funny you keep elbowing the nearest person and saying, 'Listen, I just have to read you this bit.'" - St. Petersburg Times
"Sagal's guide to excessive misbehavior and a life of vice touches on what he calls "imaginatively naughty things." - USA Today
"The Book of Vice is that kind of book full of passages so deliciously funny you keep elbowing the nearest person and saying, 'Listen, I just have to read you this bit.'" - St. Petersburg Times







