Friendly but Fake Advance Praise for Pervert-Schizoid-Woman

Josh is excellent in an emergency situation. At ease, on guard, but pleasant and droll. Although Pervert-Schizoid-Woman is rife with insight and zeal, Josh's reading of Lenin's critique of Krautsky is less than desirable. Yet, astoundingly, Josh persuasively compensates for his intellectual laziness with his golden locks and charasmatic facial expressions. Pervert-Schizoid-Woman is at times stilted and overwritten, yet its inner charm is the author's gall to publish a prophetic work of art in an era of disenchantment and indifference. He consistently demonstrates an admirable if unwise hubris. But to its credit, the book is a textual dirge of sorts, what can I say? — at the conclusion of the text I was veritably lachrymose. Simply put, the book is a masterpiece. This man has obviously met the pigeons and fed them. As Andy Pink has said, despite his acute manic-depresssion, most of us still wish him the best. Josh, next time you're in Durham, give a holler and we'll go shopping for matching Monthly Review tote bags. In solidarity, old boy!

One of my favorite men, Josh has written a book that demonstrates the wonders of weight loss. Now thin, Josh pursues an integrated synthesis of Marxism, deconstruction, and psychoanalysis in Pervert-Schizoid-Woman which borders on the obsessive and grandiose. But that said, the critical interrogation of the semiotic codes of love is beautiful and affective. The original readings of Saussure and Derrida — and Freud and Lacan — are distinguished by their outrageous rigor.  Simultaneously absurdist and poignant, the book portrays an author who has witnessed the dolor of endless moist months and the harrow of countless accidental sunburns. In the end, the book is a hard won classic. To reiterate Andy Pink's encomium: despite his acute manic-depression, most of us still wish him the best. Josh, call me the next time you're in Jersey and we'll go to a lady's bar and share a Diet Cola and soda crackers. Cheers, old friend!

Josh is one of my favorite people in the world. Simply put, he is smart, funny, charming, and handsome. Not only do I recommend Pervert-Schizoid-Woman for all scholars in the fields of theory, but I also recommend Josh Green, simply as a person. Kind in heart, with a witty, absurdist, and dry sensibility, Josh deserves a permanent spot in a quality living room in the heart of a generous metropolis. As those around him know — and despite his acute manic-depression in regards to which most of us still wish him the best — Josh is sensitive and experienced. He has witnessed the soiled hankerchiefs of connecting flights and laughed at the sour truths at the ends of the harvest moon. I am proud of you, Josh, you have shown the best of your work in Pervert-Schizoid-Woman. My only criticism of a book with such breadth and depth of rigor is the absence of a sustained treatment of my own work. But that said, the book is definitely pretty good.  Next time you're in Chicago, let's play some old vinyls and reminsce about the time you tried to buy my old Subaru. Peace, brother!

Modest and unassuming, Josh is on the A-list of people you want on the cast for a reunion episode of The Love Boat. That said, his guest spot on Match Game PM was uncharacteristically stilted. Nerves? But Josh does have an impressive collection of eyeglasses, and I appreciate his fondness for chunky plastic frames which is on ample display in Pervert-Schizoid-Woman. The book is quite good, and it displays a distinctly optimistic voice. Josh is clearly a superstar. The bottom line on the book is: exciting and new. To reiterate the perspicacious words of Andy Pink: despite his acute manic-depression, most of us still wish him the best. Josh, next time you're in the city give me a ding and I'll give you about 7 minutes, give or take. Stay well, kid!