This week we break from tolling the Doomsday bell for something a bit more comical. Jack Dougherty’s Corporate America is a novel reminiscent of Douglas Coupland’s Jpod or Christopher Buckley’s Thank You For Smoking. Somewhat ironically, it is also the first book I’ve reviewed so far that I can picture as a traditionally published book: ironic because Dougherty both lambastes and lampoons the publishing industry and its constituents. (Have I used that alliteration before? I feel like I’ve used that alliteration before…) In any case, the novel follows protagonist Francis Scanlon, a would-be author turned corporate shill who discovers that selling his soul to corporate America is nowhere near as painful as the “ruthlessly competitive, insecure, Schadenfreudian” postgraduates back home might have him believe.