“Another comedian memoir that let me down. This is strange to me. I would think that comedians would write THE BEST memoirs. I really love standup. I don’t know. Maybe it’s a really, truly different skill set.
I think it’s hard for me to read memoirs that start when the writer is so damn young. Not that a young person can’t reflect on life, but for the most part the life of someone below age 15 is fairly unremarkable. Because there’s really not a lot of agency there. It’s a real catch-22 because you can’t do anything interesting, and if you do it gets chalked up to Kids Say the Darndest Things.
I got a decent chunk out of this book before giving up. It’s not that it’s bad. It’s just…there was nothing compelling me to pick it up again, and after only a couple weeks I can’t remember a thing from it.”