To be sure, Silverman is a comedienne who provokes extreme reactions. Some lover her and some hate her. But even her detractors would be hard-pressed to read this book and say it isn’t funny. And it’s a good thing HarperCollins, which reportedly paid her $2.5 million for the book.

Off the bat, Silverman’s book stands out. Whereas authors generally select industry powerhouses to write the forewords for their books, she proves to be a unique literary powerhouse with an impressive work, for which she writes her own “Foreword.” “When I first selected myself to write the foreword for my book, I was flattered and deeply moved,” she writes in the first sentence. She also had a “Mid-word” and an “Afterword” written by God.

Silverman describes her lack of success on Saturday Night Live, her dealings with comics and her childhood upbringing in New Hampshire. She even has a chapter titled “Jew.” Perhaps in response to some critics who deride her bathroom humor, she writes: “To be honest, I would like to go about my life exploiting the subject of Jewishness for comedy, and not be saddled with the responsibility to actually represent, defend or advance the cause of the Jewish people.”

Silverman postulates that her penchant for foul language comes from attention she got as a child when she said something dirty. She seems proud of the fact that she told her Nana shove a brownie up her posterior. She also writes that her father walked like Bill Cosby danced. To be sure, “The Bedwetter,” is intelligently written with a large amount of shock humor that is balanced with witticisms. There are serious moments too, such as the death of her younger brother Jeffrey, whose head got caught in the crib while her grandparents were watching him. Silverman also writes about how it was inspiring to work with Chris Farley, the great bundle of energy on SNL, whose career and life was tragically cut short. She also writes about why she organized “The Great Schlep,” where she encouraged Jewish grandchildren to go down to Florida and get their grandparents to vote for the man who is now President Obama.

It is impressive that Silverman has no qualms about admitting she was a bedwetter and it’s hrad not to feel bad for her and she recounts the angst of sleepovers where she is riddled with fear and in one case, almost exposed until the moment is interrupted by the revelation of a star’s death.

There are almost no dull moments in the book, but I could have done without some of the vulgar pictures. Some more insight into her relationship with Kimmel and why it fell apart would also have bolstered the book. But the book interestingly contains insight on two telling moments. One is when she was on “Politically Incorrect,” hosted by Bill Maher, after she mentioned a slur used against Asian Americans, while a guest with Conan O’Brien on NBC. Silverman was lambasted by Guy Aoki, from the Media Action Network for Asian Americans. On Maher’s ABC show, the host defended Silverman and she says the exposure from the incident only helped her. Later in the book, she explains the Britney Spears fiasco. After a dreadful performance by Spears on the 2007 MTV video music awards, Silverman lauded the singer, making it seem like a sarcastic gig. Silverman claims in the book that she never saw the performance and simply assumed the singer would be golden.

If you’re not too squeamish to deal with a couple of gross pictures and foul language, “The Bedwetter,” is definitely worth the schlep to the bookstore. There’s humor, brute honesty and a craftiness that demonstrates the comic’s true talent.