With George Carlin, Albert Brooks and a few others in the 1970s, Robert Klein heralded a new breed of standup comic who rejected suits and ties and mother-in-law jokes, turning their fire instead on everyday things that all Americans experience: politics, religion, television commercials, uptight establishment types, rules and regulations, and dumb things people do. Klein walks you through his life and times growing up in the Bronx in a Jewish household and the various rites of passage he experienced - playing stickball, harmonizing with a doowop group, getting hassled by punks, and eventually going off to college. [Oh… the amorous part. Ladies, beware, this book is written solidly from a male perspective.] Klein writes candidly about his sexual history as we follow his progress from high school to college to the Yale School of Drama to a stint with The Second City in Chicago, and to his first flirtations with success on Broadway and at the comedy Improv where he was mentored by another relative unknown, Rodney Dangerfield. Klein ends the book on a down note with a story about his first major career failure in Los Angeles, just short of where most showbiz memoirs would begin - with the performer's breakthrough success. One wonders if there are plans for a second book, or whether, as with many things, Klein’s story is in the journey rather than the destination.