Jeff, One Lonely Guy

By: Jeff Ragsdale, David Shields, Michael Logan

Narrated by: Jeff Ragsdale

In October 2011, Jeff Ragsdale, a down-and-out actor and stand-up comedian, posted a flyer around Lower Manhattan asking people to call him if they wanted to talk. He thought he’d get a dozen calls; instead he got hundreds, and then thousands, once pictures of the flyer went viral on the net. The calls came from all over the country and from as far away as Spain, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Taiwan, and Australia. Jeff spoke to as many people as he could, answering his phone all day long. Here are the conversations, texts, and voicemails of a particular moment in time - a hilarious, dark, intimate portrait of the way we live now.

©2012 Jeff Ragsdale (P)2012 Brilliance Audio, Inc.

Critic reviews

“With Reality Hunger, David Shields offered us a manifest, yet unlike most manifestoes, Reality Hunger actually changed the world. Here, by teaming up with Ragsdale and Logan, Shields has now embodied his ethos - we have crossed over the threshold and are now strangely, terrifyingly, beautifully - in this transformed world.” (Nick Flynn, author of Another Bullshit Night in Suck City)

“OMG I love this!! It’s so Russian - very reminiscent of the Chekhov story Complaint Book (entries in a complaint book at the railway station).” (Elif Batuman, author of The Possessed)

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I found this title to be a disappointment, and I had to return it; the story starts off fine it's-very;" Raskolnikovesque," but then, as it goes on, the overall pace is slow and continuously disconnected. However, I got through listening to it. The narrative, as weak as the protagonist, is one-dimensional; it drags and drones on and on.- Listening straight to the end is a testament to my commitment to creativity. That said, it's like being in a meth clinic where the pace is painfully slow and the storyline fragmented, dispassionate, and disconnected. The story's overall tedium of repetitive with your hands tied behind your back while being exiled to some dank dank roach and vermin-infested sleazy hotel lobby: you listen to those around you speak of sickness and disease. I'm glad they let you return this thing.-Now if Amazon could only get me the time I wasted listening to this trite back.