Recently, in the NY Times, Jason Zinoman, one of the great writers at work today, was brave enough to admit that certain bits of Louis CK’s old comedy still really move him. (This is brave because it’s now popular to dismiss work if the person who produced it is a monster; see the recent Times piece on Gauguin, for example.) I know what Zinoman is talking about. I still often think about Louis CK’s past observations about fatherhood. Specifically: *If you are a parent, the greatest joy is the thirty-second interlude between the time you lock the child in his car seat and the time you buckle yourself into the car. That brief pause is like a siesta, a little resort visit. (Who would think to make this observation?) *I love the Odd Couple dynamic between the cranky misanthropic comic and his wonderstruck child. The comic wakes on a Tuesday morning--enraged at the world--and sees the broad smile on his baby’s beatific face. The baby is delighted; the baby is stunned to discover...