There’s one great essay in this book; the one satirzing Hollywood culture is dead-on. For that, it deserves one star. Aside from that one essay, the others are duds.
O’Rourke has a sophomoric humor, trying to shock us with how “bad” he is. He regales us with drugs & booze jokes, like a standup leftover from the early 1960s Brat Pack era. He tries too hard to be funny. His “jokes” are old and obvious.
And there’s much phony posturing, for he pulls his punches lest he TRULY offend his PC employers at Rolling Stone.
He opposes “Democratic big government” because, he says, he likes to speed while driving drunk and fondling big-breasted women. Not the sort of “scathing” commentary that would offend Democrats. continue reading.
