For the Fan of the Evil Villain: AKHMED AND THE ATOMIC MATZO BALLS by Gary Buslik

If you, or someone you love (or just tolerate) are drawn to the Grinch, Scrooge, Captain Hook, Dr. Evil, Seinfeld’s horrible friends, the Wicked Witch of the West, Nelly Olsen, Snidely Whiplash, Eric Northman, Cruella de Vil, Wiley Coyote and Hannibal Lecter, then Akhmed and the Atomic Matzo Balls was written for you.

I fell in love with Akhmed, the villain in chief, the president of Iran, a scrumptious despot, from the book’s beginning due to declarations such as:

“Doesn’t anyone listen to me? Is it because I’m short? Good things come in small packages. My own mother told me that before I had her beaten to death!”

The story is a fantastic, toxic and politically incorrect cocktail from Gary Buslik’s twisted mind:

“Go on Hazeem,” said Akhmed, “order a Mojito!”

“Your excellency!”

“As far as I know, there is nothing specifically in Scripture prohibiting cane distillates.”

“True, true,” Hazeem guessed. “Very well,” he shouted to the beauty. “A Mojito it will be!”

Akhmed ordered one for himself, too. He leaned into Hazeem’s other ear and said that if he ever snitched to anyone back home, his tongue would be torn from his mouth, his eyes would be gouged out with a hot poker, his male organs would be lopped off, a wood screw would be drilled under his kneecap and worked up through his body and out through his nostril with a giant magnet, he would be skinned alive in one-inch strips, which would then be woven into a woman’s menstruation pad, a large jar of spaghetti sauce would be inserted into his rectum sideways, and he would be beheaded with a spoon.

Hazeem gave him a thumbs-up. “No problemo.” He zipped his lips. “What happens in the Western Hemisphere stays in the Western Hemisphere.”

“Wonderful,” the president said. “Now let’s have a good time!”

Buslik layers complications upon his characters with the deftness of P.G. Wodehouse until the entire cast of baddies are bound in a Gordion’s knot of a plot which requires the great thinkers of Gilligan’s Island and the world’s worst leaders, a broken deus ex machina, and termites to resolve.

Akhmed and the Atomic Matzo Balls, a novel of International Intrigue, Pork-Crazed Termites, and Motherhood is delectably despicable. It will blow you right out of your burqa.

(Attention last minute shoppers: This book is also available as an e-book on Kobo and Nook and Sony’s Reader and Kindle.)



  1. I have a back cover quote on Akhmed—“Delectably despicable. Will blow you right out of your burqa.” Gary told me that he bought a burqa for his first wife and when she left she didn’t take it with her. I asked him recently if he’d send it to me. He asked me why. It should be obvious as I was blown out of mine. He said his first wife’s burqa is blue. It sounds very fetching. If he doesn’t send it to me, I’ll assume he’s keeping it for his future ex-wives.
  2. My mother tried the matzo ball recipe in Akhmed last Passover and she’s still alive. She said it was the best matzo ball batter she’s ever tasted.
  3. WARNING: There’s a section in the book about Israeli Spy Vultures and it comes from a thread from my Facebook wall. If you have writer friends, beware, we do this.
  4. Here’s a YouTube link to a video I shot in the Middle East. You can tell that the first commenter (in the comments) who uses the F-bomb hasn’t read the book because the book mocks everybody equally. Silly Billy.