The fact that this book was written by a gay, Jewish guy with tons of crazy life experiences should have meant it would be a THK favorite. Unfortunately, while each essay should have written itself (cabana boy at a hot South Beach hotel, gay republicans, and Hooters Air), they all seemed to fall flat.
Rakoff never provides any background explaining how he finds himself in these crazy situations, which is not inherently bad. It can be striking and sometimes even funnier for the reader to be plopped in the middle of an off-the-wall scenario, but then you need to keep up the momentum. In this case the author gives you all the ingredients for a hilarious story but then never delivers the punchline.
1 out of 5 stars