Emmett Brevard has been making the world laugh for thirty-five years. Not on Netflix. Not in stadiums. In mess tents in the Saudi desert. In refugee camps in Rwanda. In a Sarajevo basement during shellfire. In a clearing in Haiti three weeks after the earthquake, performing for two hundred children who had not laughed in twenty-one days.
Now sixty-five, sitting on a bench at Sunset Cliffs, San Diego, Emmett tells his story to whoever sits down. From a Haitian grandmother's kitchen in Baton Rouge to comedy clubs in Osaka, from Tahrir Square to a tent city in Monrovia. A novel about the frequency of human connection and the most portable art form on Earth.