Sunday, 29 August 2010

My booky Wook by Russel Brand. Hodder & Stoughton. London. 2007


This book is an autobiography of a young British comedian who was born in a typical 70's family: divorced parents, lovely nana, overprotective and spoiling Mum and careless and absent father. Their lack of discipline and a good example of way of life made him a real pain for absolutely everyone especially if they loved him. Thus he easily became a junkie: he wasn't taught any limits. This chap annoyed me until the very end of the book with stories about his childish behaviour. However, he is quite clever, sarcastic and sharp. I would like to highlight the fragment where he was telling the story about the "cloak of love". He finishes the story like this: "one of my greatest pleasures in life is coining a mischievous phraseology that then other people have to accept as a linguistic fact. It's exciting to be able to interrupt and alter language. It's anarchic and subversive to lay dirty lingo eggs that people are going to have to say, then watch like a voyeuristic cuckoo as they hatch. - there speak like that. Now talk all stupid!" p.p. 114 That paragraph is brilliant!!! If I ever taught a linguistics course, I'd use this chapter as an introduction for a lesson! It's a perfect example of how you can exercise power through words. After this marvellous paragraph, I had to read how he destroyed himself with drugs, alcohol and/or sex. I just got tired of his i-don't-give-a-shit attitude, his ego and his bitter irony. Only til chapter 30! He started to be conscious of what he had done to himself. The stories of his rehabs are a kind of relief and the arrival to a port after a rough storm. The most beautiful pages are the last four. There he thanks to the ones who had loved him and also suffered his presence. He concludes apparently sensibly about his addictions. Thus he makes it up with everyone and at the same time shows one of the most human and beautiful aspects of man: learning.

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