I really enjoy LB's stand up routines-- they are polished, tight, authentic and the timing is good. This book, on the other hand, reads like transcripts from LB's years in the therapist's couch. He is by turns angry, nostalgic, preachy, rambling, disjointed, self absorbed...I could go on. For my part, I would rather look at the Van Gogh painting then listen to what drove the artist cut his off his ear.
He prepares the reader in advance for the truly profane moments, and the level of profanity does not disappoint. He does not prepare us for the hours of 'so what?' narrative that makes up the vast majority this 6 hour book. 'You had to be there,' a resolution that appears several times throughout the book, sometimes spoken, other times woefully obvious, is not a punch line. In fact it is the anti punch line. LB would have to agree that if that is the best closure you can give to a story, then shut the ___ up.
Can't recommend this one. This book has the feel of a comedian who is out of material and spent, trying desperately to trade on waning popularity and revenue generating ability. I hope that is not the case.
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