Alan King is a very successful and highly polished stand-up comedy man, founder and principal practitioner of the ""crab-grass"" school of articulate groans. Anyone familiar with his work will know pretty much what to expect from the book. It starts with incipient success. The King family is just out of their cold-water flat, ""$.50 by cab from Lindy's"", in a lovely apartment overlooking Central Park. Mrs. King, however, yearns for open spaces and the good earth and despite the comedian's staunch objections they make the move up along the route called ""Belt"". ""God's Little Acre"" -- a Levittown with two bathrooms- is their first stopping-off place and then they buy their 20-room English manor house on the North Shore. The house has got to be decorated, so a couple of male decorators are called in: ""They were wearing rope-soled sandals and tight Italian pants and I wish my wife was built like them."" New insurance policies must be taken out: ""The only way I could collect would be if I was robbed while the house was burning down."" The kids have to have a dog: ""The woman who owned him was married to a man named Abe and had two kids named Izzie and Melvin, but the dog was called Baxter Benjamin VII""... and it goes on in a similar fashion, satirizing the North Shore, the South Shore, commuting, parties on the Island and the people who give them. Very familiar stuff to those who know King's routines, this is funnier said than read but funny nevertheless.