Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I finally bought Twenty's book, having accepted at last that no-one was going to buy it for me. I even turned down a loan of it, as I nobly felt I at least owed him that much for all time I spend round his blog.
Not that he needs the link :)
My daughter was intrigued and amused by the cover.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, but my foremost impression of the book is how funny it is. It's a really enjoyable, laugh out loud read. His style encapsulates his favourite in-jokes, but they're accessible. He clearly uses certain phrases for the pleasure of how they trip off the tongue - I really loved the description of a woodlouse as 'one of those little armadillo insects you find in damp places'.
It's silly, confident, relaxed writing that pulls you a long with it, for the most part. And it makes the blog clearer, if anything, rather than vice verse.
I feel a little sorry for Damien Rice, I have to admit, it's a pretty sustained attack - I wonder if he's read it?
Memorable moments for me were Bono's appearance; a genius metamorphosis, a protracted description of making homemade cola that for some inexplicable reason had me wetting myself, and the concept of Scrotum Art, which I particularly liked.
My only sticking points were that I found some of the sudden gratuitous violence moments a little jarring, but then they like that, don't they, the lads - and that some episodes had the distinct flavour of good posts that had been shoe-horned (crow-barred?) in to fit. Though there's no real harm in that.
I'm looking forward to the next one - I'd read this over Ross O' Carrol Kelly any day. Well, ok, I actually haven't read any Ross O Carrol Kelly, so maybe that's not fair - but the columns make me not want to, so I haven't.