This memoir has potty humor that women will enjoy.I don’t want to give anything away, so let’s just say that Kevin Nealon, celebrity comedian, shows us his vulnerable side as he recounts the time his girlfriend/future wife came to his aid in the bathroom.The result is a story that is hilarious and surprisingly touching.
Kevin Nealon’s entire memoir is funny in a goofy and zany way.(I even read it twice and laughed just as hard the second time through).The content circles around growing older, facing the fears of fatherhood, and pregnancy sympathy pains—all told through a ludicrous and neurotic point of view.Sometimes you don’t know he’s setting you up for a joke until you’re laughing out loud, delighted to be caught off-guard.The pace and timing has the mark of a talented professional, and the callbacks to former situations or jokes are placed perfectly.Overall, this book is the delightful baby of a first-rate humorist.
You might recognize Nealon from his current Showtime series, Weeds, and as a former cast member of Saturday Night Live (Pumping Up With Hans and Franz).Good-looking in an average, unostentatious way, Nealon gives off the impression of being just-a-regular-guy, a persona that he perpetuates in his book, playing down the glamorous aspects of his life (despite being married to a Hollywood actress) and playing up his dopiness.Just look on the book’s cover, where a disheveled, pajama-clad Kevin wears the same expression you might find on a lost puppy dog.
Some of the gems:the part where he’s stuck in a Mexican hospital; and proposing to his girlfriend by putting the ring in a pumpkin and taking a ridiculously long time to give it to her.(The pumpkin becomes his “Wilson”).He even switches from memoir gear into complete humor writing, like at the end of chapter twelve where he gives us a Dave Barry-esque “how to” essay, when reading a parenting book and taking notes.He advises us how to mark pages using the dog-ear technique, highlighters, Post-it notes, paper clips and such:“Eventually, though, I had too many Post-it notes on too many dog-eared pages.It now became necessary to dog-ear the more significant Post-it notes.I say ‘significant,’ but in reality I ended up dog-earing all of the Post-it notes as well…” He also uses what I call Dave Barry lists.He doesn’t write much about his career, but he does throw in a career-related story now and then if it is topically relevant, and these are a treat.
The above review was contributed by:Sonia Reppe: Sonia holds a B.A. in vocal performance, gives voice lessons in the Chicago area and spends most of her time reading and taking care of her daughter, husband and cats.