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( 27 May 2017 04:09 pm)
Bossypants is a book by and about Tina Fey.
Tina Fey, you probably know but might not, is the lady who made 30 Rock and later, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, and who, before that, used to be a writer on Saturday Night Live.
she is often the person people point to when they want to make a point that Women Are Funny.
i don't find her all that funny myself, but i guess compared to other women who try to be funny, she's better then most.
30 Rock was okay, i guess. not great, but not bad, either.

i read Bossypants because the PSE brought it home from the public library for me.
i just finished reading the Norm Macdonald book, and i guess she figured she would stick with a theme.
reading one Saturday Night Life memoir is one thing but two in a row is a little peculiar, especially considering i probably haven't seen more then fifteen episodes of Saturday Night Live in my entire life, all before 1995, and not a one of them all the way through to the end.
still, memoirs by comedians and lady-comediennes are easy to read and, what with being in Law School, i don't have time for much else but easy reading.

Bossypants tells the story of Tina Fey's life, except that it doesn't, really.
we get a chapter about Tina Fey as a girl but only a half a paragraph about how she got sliced in the face by some child-slasher when she was small.
goddammit, Tina Fey, you know people aren't reading your book for you to muse about whether or not you want a second baby or your screed against the unfair judgments society foists upon working women.
people want blood!
Tina Fey makes a lot of hay about being a virgin throughout high school and into college, but then skips straight to her being married, without any bits about the first time she had sex or how many sexual partners she has had before her husband.
you know, like you expect everybody to include in their biographies.
Zbigniew Brzezinski did it.
the least Tina Fey could do would be to write juicy gossip tidbits about her time on Saturday Night Live, about the time Jessica Simpson's kid sister got caught lip-synching and did that awkward ho-down or about Chevy Chase's coke problem.
they weren't on the show within fifteen years of each other but still, anecdotes about Chevy Chase being a piece of shit never got out of fashion.
but instead we just get a bunch of banal fluff about the travails of working women.
i don't really care about this.

Bossypants came up just shy of being actually funny.
there were times where it kinda verged on the brink of being funny, but just couldn't quite get there.
which is how i feel about Tina Fey the person.
the problem with the writing in Bossypants, like the problem with Tina Fey in real life, is that you can see the jokes.
you should never be able to see the jokes.
jokes should work behind the scenes of a story making it funny.
a well-told anecdote beats a dozen straight-up joke any day.

for being easy to read and mildly entertaining, but for failing to deliver on being funny, which i assume was the intention of the book, for being gentle and preachy and for leaving me feeling like i'm somebody's not-too-bright menopausal aunt, Bossypants earns a 5.0/10.

Time Flies:
Time Flies is a book by famous Black TV dad and infamous serial rapist Bill Cosby.
it was his second book written after Parenthood which i've never read but apparently was a success.
Time Flies was a book about Bill Cosby's ruminating on the theme of getting older.
it was written in 1986, when he was fifty.
it is a series of short one or two page anecdotes about different aspects of growing older; losing your car keys, getting a gut, not being able to run track and field events like he used to as a teenager.
there was nothing in there about the rapes.

i picked up Time Flies from a pair of Lesbians who were holding a garage sale when the PSE and i first moved to Fort Worth.
they were offering all the books i could carry for $1 and i couldn't resist grabbing the paper back of ol' Bill Cosby in one of his trademark wacky sweater with that smug, self-satisfied look on his face, pretending that he's not a serial rapist.
later, when i took the book with me to a doctor's appointment to read in the waiting room, a pharmaceutical sales rep turned to me and said “that's, a, uh, interesting choice for a read...”
it's a conversation-starter.

Bill Cosby's gentle musings on aging were a surprising chore to read.
not dense like Gravity's Rainbow or unwieldy like Ulysses and not brutally dull like Atlas Shrugged but painfully fluffy.
176 pages of Bill Cosby saying banal tidbits that a co-worker you don't know so well might say in passing in the halls or one weekend local news anchor might say to the other at the end of a segment about the importance of exercise.
reading Time Flies was like having a conversation with the most boring person you know.
also, looming over it all, of course, was the unspoken specter of All Of Those Rapes.

perhaps the most memorable little quip in Time Flies is the page and a half Boll Cosby wrote about finding a gray pube in his forest.
this brought him great embarrassment.
he didn't mind finding gray hairs at his temples or in his beard, that can make a gentleman look distinguished, but he took a gray in his pubes as a sign of his ultimate decline in virility.
which perhaps explains why he preferred his victims drugged-up and unconscious before He Started Raping Them.
perhaps Time Flies provides a key to understanding a bit of his modus opperendi.
somebody should alert the Prosecution.

for being boring, for being the worst example of a person getting a book deal just for being famous without necessarily having anything worth saying and for being a book written by a serial rapist, at the zenith of his lengthy crime spree that doesn't even bother to hint at his terrible double-life As A Serial Rapist Time Flies earns a 2.1/10.

//[ab irato ad astra]

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