One Potato Review

For whatever gaudy flairs this book is presumed to be launching about selflessness and selfishness and the often ruthless transactions between them, it’s never explicitly calculated to rationalize our human condition, only to report it. Silverstein can seem so improvisatory sometimes in his poems and storytelling, it’s kind of like he wrote (and drew) a page, then was determined to never look at it again. There’s something merciless about this approach. And bracing and a little bit dangerous sometimes too.