I grabbed
this one from my TBR list because it was short, and took my curiosity. I wasn’t doing a cop-out – looking for an
easy ride to shrink my review pile (honest) – it was more that the mysterious blurb
sold me on this book. What was it
about? Was it a short story, a funny
monologue… a witty self-help guide? I
had literally no idea; all I knew was that it looked like a lot of fun, and something
I could read with a cuppa.
What it actually
was is the second of those three, mixed with a lot of humorous, yet cynical vitriol. Martin Freznell hasn’t written a book (nor, I
think, would he ever claim to have), but a scathing, funny column article about
all the things in society which piss him off - and that’s cool; political
correctness, teachers, lattés, sell-out “soccer moms” (or, as we
call them round here: “ladies who lunch”; I call them the Home Counties
solvent-unemployed), having kids, Trump (of course), and sex… all of these
random and obscure topics are trampled on by Freznell; and, whether you admit
it or not, he is saying what most of us definitely think (unless we’re
PC-liberal, society-brainwashed sheep).
This is the
shortest book review I have written to date, and that seems quite fitting where
“Not Exactly Shakespeare…” is concerned.
At one point midway, Freznell jokes that he would go back and make a
change earlier in the book, but he can’t be bothered; be warned here: he’s probably
not joking about that – I’ve probably put more effort into writing this review! And I’m sure he won’t mind me saying that.
Freznell’s
is a very funny book, for the grown up free-thinkers among us, with a great
invitation into the author’s personality; I really enjoyed reading it, and had
to go along with pretty much every word of it.
One thing I didn’t go along with (and to this, I have to admit I thought
Martin was joking, and had to check… he wasn’t) is Amazon’s $5 price tag. For a book of… what… 6 or 7,000 words, which,
if I’m being serious for a moment, is in dire need of formatting (for what platform,
though, I’m not sure); let’s be clear: this is more of a blog or column than a
book. Sure, I enjoyed it, but I was
lucky enough to receive a free review copy – I must confess that had I paid $5
for it, the fun would have worn a little thin, and I would have felt I had joined
Freznell’s list for scorn! A star off
for the price, I’m afraid. But if, like
me, you can grab a discounted copy, then go ahead and nab it for your lunch or
coffee break – it’s definitely worth a read.
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