You don't actually know anything about Michael Ian Black, but I do because I read this book. Yes, this book is "darkly hilarious" but it's also darkly honest and darkly heartfelt. It's not often that you hear a man, especially a man with such a well-defined public persona, talking honestly about marriage, depression, couples counseling and why he hates his baby. So it's quite a parlor trick when you realize in the last chapter that the whole book has been a love letter to his wife the whole time. The joke is on us (and on fat Kevin Federline).