Name: An Evening With Barry Friedman
Start: 2025-12-10T19:00:00-06:00
Location: Congregation B'nai Emunah

Magic City Books is happy to welcome back Barry Friedman for a free event to celebrate the release of his latest book, Jack Sh*t 3: I'm the Father. This event will take place at Congregation B’nai Emunah, 1719 S Owasso Ave.
You can purchase a copy of Jack Sh*t 3 at the event, where his earlier works will also be available for purchase.

About Jack Sh*t 3
"They got some old timers here, you know, Ba? It's a Jewish place."
So said Jack Friedman, my father, after moving into the Tulsa Jewish Retirement Center, later known as Zarrow Pointe—but to him it was "The Hebrew Home."
We'll go with that.
In Jack Sh*t 3: I'm the Father?—the third installment of a 4-part trilogy—we are reminded that the world is Jack Friedman's oyster . . . or more accurately, Jack Friedman's scrambled egg on a soft roll.
It's always been "The Jack Friedman Show."
Those in and around his life—the owners of "Owl Head" Bagels, the doctors at the VA, the waitresses he hoped would never know the "horror of stretch marks," the woman he was "running with," his daughter (who he called "that woman from Long Island"), and his sons, including yours truly—were his studio audience.
He knew his part; we knew ours.
His dementia created moments of confusion and sadness ("Where's your mother, Ba, where's your mother?") but when the synapses were firing, his takes on longevity, IRS audits, bosom areas, and the possibilities of dairy products were the stuff of scholars and philosophers.
"What do they want from my life, Ba?"
"I don't know what to tell you, Dad."
"Don't get so shook up. My question's academic."
About the Author
Barry Friedman is an author, standup comedian, political columnist, and reporter, and his work has appeared in The New Yorker; Esquire; The Progressive Populist; MediaPost; The Las Vegas Review-Journal; and AAPG Explorer, a magazine for petroleum geologists, which is noteworthy, considering how little Barry know about petroleum geology and how he usually hurts himself filling his car with gas. Barry was also in UHF with “Weird Al" Yankovic, setting a cinematic high water mark for those who have since played (or dream one day of playing) “Crony #2” in a major motion picture. The movie still provides him with $3.76 residual checks every time it plays at a Lithuanian drive-in or when some lost soul downloads it. Barry now lives in Portugal and hates referring to himself in the third person.