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I'd never understood the criticism that Woody Allen was a pretentious writer until settling in to his books. A collection of light comedy stories, of which about a quarter are any good. The final three in the brief compendium are worth a glance, but not a purchase. Still, short and sweet, a nice little distraction for the weekend, but shamefully half-baked and littered with wordplay that relies on an avalanche of large words, rather than strong writing.