I picked up my copy of Hodgman's More Information Than You Require, and so far it's wonderful. But you would expect that from any book that can just toss off a quick joke about a Harold Bloom page-a-day calendar in the midst of (relatively) more quotidian weirdness.
If you see the book in the store, and you are not sure if you want to buy it, take off the dustjacket and read the little box on geekism and jockism printed in the bottom right corner of the reverse side of the author bio flap. If that doesn't convince you, nothing will.
(Part of me really hopes that Hodgman will publish some non-humor writing sometime, as the unexpected poignance of certain sections of his work—the Loch Ness Monster passage in Areas, the passages on the price of fame and on alien abduction in More—make me wish I could read some of his non-humor writing. I know, I know, comparative advantage in humor and all that, but…)
EDIT: Apparently, I just wasn't looking hard enough. At any rate: more, please.
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