Fans of the hilarious essays that made up the author’s first book, Zen Confidential, will find even more hilarity here—along with Zen insight applied to the things that happen in this thing called daily life. Whereas Shozan Jack Haubner’s first book presented the Zen teaching in terms of outhouse-building, oyroki-bowl-stacking, and anatomy adjustment as one takes one’s seat on the zafu, this one goes deeper into experiences of love, death, and sex. And though the writing is still funny, it bears the mark of a guy who’s been through the mill and who’s come back to save all beings. The wide-ranging experiences of this funny and insightful monk—both inside and outside the monastery—include his memories of the dysfunctional Midwestern family life that led him ultimately to Zen practice (with a father resembling Mel Gibson on a bad day) and his confrontation with the everyday insanity that seems to arise whenever anyone declares, “I think I should be a monk!” Among the less-funny stuff is his harrowing brush with death from pancreatitis and his moving experience of the death of a dear friend. There’s also a graphic account of the night he got stoned and went “over the wall” from the monastery to have some real fun. That he pulls it all off and it’s still hilarious, moving, and profoundly expressive of Zen wisdom is a tribute to Haubner’s gifts as a writer and humorist, but also to the sincerity of his practice. The insight makes the humor even funnier somehow, and the humor makes the insight hit home with much power.