No Cure for Baldness?
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Skin is not a hairstyle!
Balding paranoiac Paul Hisky doesn’t take the revelation that he’s losing his hair graciously at all. So upset is he at this travesty of genetic fate that he immediately embarks upon a gruelling regimen of crackpot treatments that has a 68% chance of reviving his ailing follicles and a 2% chance of him growing female breasts.
But funding this expensive array of treatments isn’t going to be easy and before long Hisky finds himself embroiled in prostitution, embezzlement and tobacco smuggling, as he desperately tries to halt the relentless march towards disfiguring baldness.
No Cure for Baldness is a hysterical account of one man’s attempts to cling to his last wispy strands of dignity. But it’s more than a novel about hair loss, it’s a satirical indictment on modern society’s obsession with image and the ridiculously expensive lengths we will go to halt the ageing process. Guys will read it and weep, for this is their prophesy, girls will stop smirking the next time they’re queuing behind a gleaming dome of skin and have some compassion.
Balding paranoiac Paul Hisky doesn’t take the revelation that he’s losing his hair graciously at all. So upset is he at this travesty of genetic fate that he immediately embarks upon a gruelling regimen of crackpot treatments that has a 68% chance of reviving his ailing follicles and a 2% chance of him growing female breasts.
But funding this expensive array of treatments isn’t going to be easy and before long Hisky finds himself embroiled in prostitution, embezzlement and tobacco smuggling, as he desperately tries to halt the relentless march towards disfiguring baldness.
No Cure for Baldness is a hysterical account of one man’s attempts to cling to his last wispy strands of dignity. But it’s more than a novel about hair loss, it’s a satirical indictment on modern society’s obsession with image and the ridiculously expensive lengths we will go to halt the ageing process. Guys will read it and weep, for this is their prophesy, girls will stop smirking the next time they’re queuing behind a gleaming dome of skin and have some compassion.
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