(Originally Published 2012, Paperback Edition 292 pages)
Having read many of Mr. Stein's funny but pretty useless columns in TIME
magazine, I was curious if I could tolerant a book's worth of his
humor. His writing style is mostly aimed at self-deprecation and the
metaphors usually allude to pop-culture references. Though the focus of
the book is him trying to become more "manly" for his son's sake, I
wondered throughout the thing if it was just a contrived excuse to set
himself up in uncommon situations. No matter. Mr. Stein did a wonderful
job covering his experiences as camping with a Boy Scouts' troop;
spending a few days being sort of a Los Angeles firefighter; practicing
baseball with a former-pro-Dodger; spends a Sunday hanging with some
ex-pro-football players watching games; learns to drink whiskey; day
trades; drives a Lamborghini; babysits a dog for a few weeks; helps his
father-in-law repair an old house; goes turkey hunting in Vermont;
spends some days at both a marine and army boot camps as well as the
climax of the story is Mr. Stein spending five minutes sparring with
mixed-martial-arts UFC Hall of Famer Randy Couture.
It's certainly a random lot of "manly" venues. Though it does have its moments of serious introspection and the book is somewhat educational (I'm now ready for a Jeopardy category entitled 'Horny Turkeys",) the work is ultimately just a light read of a nerdy, sarcastic guy's misadventures. The authors, Mr. Stein, Jon Ronson and A.J. Jacobs must have been separated at birth. All three guys are the first to come to mind when I need a light, hilarious pick-me-up. Heck, even the author's acknowledgements at the end of the work made me smile. I do hope Mr. Stein writes another one.
It's certainly a random lot of "manly" venues. Though it does have its moments of serious introspection and the book is somewhat educational (I'm now ready for a Jeopardy category entitled 'Horny Turkeys",) the work is ultimately just a light read of a nerdy, sarcastic guy's misadventures. The authors, Mr. Stein, Jon Ronson and A.J. Jacobs must have been separated at birth. All three guys are the first to come to mind when I need a light, hilarious pick-me-up. Heck, even the author's acknowledgements at the end of the work made me smile. I do hope Mr. Stein writes another one.
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