The Art of Asking: How I learned to stop worrying and let people help (Paperback)

Amanda Palmer joyfully shows a generation how to change their lives Amanda Palmer's generous work of genius will change the way you think about connection, love and grace To read Amanda Palmer's remarkable memoir about asking and giving is to tumble headlong into her world. Immediately, you notice that her world is really different from yours and mine. Amanda's world is more open, more vulnerable, more fearless, more messy, more surprising, more dangerous, more rich with human encounters and exchanges at every imaginable level. At first, you find yourself thinking, "Goodness, what a crazy world that Amanda Palmer inhabits! How does she possibly endure it?" Then, gradually, as you read along, a doorway opens up in your heart, and you realize, "I want to live in a world exactly like hers". God willing, this book will show us all how to do it Amanda has a direct line with her audience - a lifeline for them and for her, the codependency all truly great performers surrender to . . . she's capable of anything, incapable of telling anything but the truth The Art of Asking is a book about cultivating trust and getting as close as possible to love, vulnerability, and connection. Uncomfortably close. Dangerously close. Beautifully close. And uncomfortably close is exactly where we need to be if we want to transform this culture of scarcity and fundamental distrust A story about a life in one dollar bills, from statue to icon, where media doesn't matter, crowds do. Mandatory reading in the digital age, for aspiring artists and their doubtful parents From this beautiful, heart wrenching story of art comes an incredible account of the nature and future of commerce - or one part, certainly the most important part, of that bit that's new. Here's a truth that someday the economists might begin to grok, but which meanwhile will define everything that's interesting about how art and culture will thrive This is the kind of book that makes you want to call the author up at midnight to whisper, 'My God. I thought I was the only one