Imagine yourself home on your couch, contractually obligated to remain in front of your satellite-rigged television for a period of seven days, at the end of which you will produce a funny but penetrating account of your journey -- a virtual one -- through the strange and culturally revealing landscape of the 200-channel universe. Bill Brownstein did just that. The author of the riotous Sex Carnival charts his week as a couch potato in his latest odyssey, Down the Tube. With a cynical eye and relentless wit, Brownstein meditates on such important questions as: Should Pamela Anderson sue the doctor who botched her breast reduction? Are those people on Springer for real? Hey, do they still play reruns of The Waltons?aquot;I dona#39;t want to be part of exploiting people against their wishes, aquot; Springer emphatically told me. aquot;Beyond that, my show has no cause. Ita#39;s not like wea#39;re trying to save Bosnia. Ita#39;s just a silly entertainment show. Ita#39;s like a basketball game. It mightanbsp;...
|Title||:||Down the Tube|
|Publisher||:||ECW Press - 2001|