Not Enough Indians » (Reprint)

Inside the creative mind of Harry Shearer is a little bit of everyone—including a profoundly overblown heavy metal bass player, the boss of a cartoon nuclear power plant, a cloying suburban neighbor, an unctuous television anchor, and Richard M. Nixon, among many others. Shearer is not a legendary schizophrenic. Rather, he's one of America's foremost humorists, observers, and chroniclers of contemporary lives. Whether he's playing a role in a major motion picture, writing a screenplay, creating a comedy television show, or performing on radio, it's his job to out both the humor and humanity that always, he believes, dwell within.

A Los Angeles Times bestseller in hardcover. Not Enough Indians is the bitingly funny satire about a down and out town who tempt fate by having themselves declared a sovereign Indian nation and opening a casino. Funny, smart, antic and scathing, Not Enough Indians is a hilarious sendup of the American dream.

The Washington Post - Tom Perrotta

As any writer whose last name isn't Rowling or Grisham will attest, publishing a book doesn't usually pose a serious threat to one's status as a non-famous person, so it's safe to speculate that the arrival of Shearer's first novel -- an engaging political satire called Not Enough Indians-- probably won't turn him into a household name. But the book should serve as a welcome reminder of Shearer's extraordinary versatility as an artist and solidify his reputation as a keen-eyed comic observer of American life.