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Russell Brand learned early on to make a joke of fear and failure. From a troubled childhood in industrial Essex, England, to his descent into addictions to alcohol, drugs, and sex in the seamy underbelly of London, Brand has seen his share of both and miraculously lived to tell the tale. In My Booky Wook he leads readers on a rollicking journey through his disastrous school career, his infamous antics on MTV, and his multifarious sexual adventures. But this irreverent memoir is a story not simply of struggle but also of redemption, a testament to the difficulty of discovering what you want from life and the remarkable power of a bloody-minded determination to get it. My Booky Wook is a giddy trip through the brilliant mind of one of Britain's most valuable exports.
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Funny & bitter at the same time....brilliant!
Russel, I love you! You're a mess, but damn can you write! So far this is the only book on my Kindle requiring me to look up the meaning of words. YAY! I thought I knew what avuncular meant, but I was wrong. He made my flight fly by and increased my vocabulary! I hardly even noticed the seat in front of me grazing my forehead and the guy next to me taking up half my seat. Be well, Russell. My love to your Mum.
How many working comedians have the time to write a 400+ page memoir at the outset of their careers? For that matter, who has this much to talk about happening in their lives BEFORE stardom? Russell Brand, that's who.
The writing is pretty dense with English colloquialisms, so I'm not sure how those will translate for American readers. Regardless, it's hilarious as hell, proving that Brand is a worthy successor to the outlaw comic crown previously worn by Richard Pryor and Bill Hicks.
The book's US subtitle is "Sex, Drugs, and Stand-Up". There's a fair amount of sex, but not as many drugs as you might expect (and very little stand-up, for that matter). The book starts and ends with Brand's stay in a sex addiction clinic, but judging from his recent troubles with the BBC, he hasn't quite banished all of his sexual demons. Can't wait for the sequel!
Honesty which bites you on the bum like a crack riddled alsation
You will have seen him in "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" in which he plays himself, no great stretch but as he is hilarious, so is the character.
Russell is a mentalist of the highest order, those 18th and 19th century mentalists like them geysers in the Hellfire Club, or them Frenchies, all smoking opium and getting off their tits on absinthe were mere auteurs compared to our Russ. He dresses like a regency dandy and pulls no punches, he says what he thinks, and his mind is a quick as a steel trap. He would make a brilliant barrister, I am sure. And a hilarious one.
Autobiographies tend generally to be of the "I am great" and "I remember when I rescued the puppies from the burning building" type. Russell Brand would probably rescue the puppies, he would also probably have set fire to the building in the first place, then attempted to have sex with the puppies after rescuing them.
Are you getting the picture? Nothing is sacred to him, he just sets down every little indiscression and some fairly large ones in amusing yet frank detail. He has recently been in the news (and sacked from his job on BBC Radio 2) for ringing actor Andrew Sachs (Manuel in Fawlty Towers) on air and boasting of his sexual adventures with his granddaughter. He was also sacked form his MTV job for going to work dressed as Osama Bin-Laden on September 12th 2001. That's the sort of character he is. And it is all there in amusing Technicolor for you to enjoy. Get it, but try and see him on DVD or the TV if you don't know his work yet, or else you wouldn't believe the book.
Funny, honest, no holds barred look
Next, I ordered his autobiography, My Booky Wook, and I honestly couldn't put it down. He makes me laugh; he makes me cry...he grosses me out. He admits to doing some truly disgusting things, and still, I love him so!
Full of wit and spiked with wisdom
I am an admirer of Russell Brand as a sharp, inventive comic and a charming actor possessing unique gifts. With the possible exception of Eddie Izzard (another androgynous, British funnyman/actor) I am aware of no other contemporary comedian who speaks with the deft intelligence of Brand. His unabashed memoir, My Booky Wook, serves to further reinforce his status as a master of the mother tongue as well as his reputation as a somewhat crazy, foolish, and certainly brilliant young fop. As in his stand-up act, he swings wildly, sentence to sentence, from hifalutin' Angloisms to a working-class bastardization of the English language. In My Booky Wook, behind his chaotic, library-to-the-street style, Brand reveals a coddled, mischievous purveyor of performance art, who has continuously and fearlessly (many times stupidly) disregarded friends, family members, lovers, business associates, and especially his own wellbeing to push his earthly days to the very edge of paganistic self-destruction. It's a miracle that Brand survived to tell the tale; a miracle this reader, for one, fully appreciates.
Ultimately, Brand's memoir unveils a man of humility, who admits to a litany of mistakes with a self-deprecating sense of humor, making for a read that is simultaneously packed full of wit and spiked with wisdom. He shares his recollections without filtration, colored only by a pursed-lipped shake of the head that can only imply: What in the hell was I thinking? As he states on the book jacket, "My life is a series of embarrassing incidents strung together by telling people about those embarrassing incidents." What a gig! To somehow concoct a lucrative career out of such an endeavor is indeed admirable. Richard Prior must be applauding from whatever Heaven houses tortured comic geniuses.
If you're a Brand fan, or just a free-thinking bookworm who appreciates an entertaining life journey translated via smart, refreshing writing, I highly recommend this book. However, My Booky Wook is not for prudes or the squeamish. There are some shocking and revolting anecdotes between the hot-pink and black covers of this clever, amusing, and instructive tome. And, before you delve into this delightful book, watch a Russell Brand stand-up concert On Demand or on DVD, to refresh his voice in your mind. It will enhance your reading experience immeasurably.
Rand Bishop, author of Makin' Stuff Up, Grand Pop, and The Absolute Essentials of Songwriting Success
Children Do Not Need Drugs, They Have Sweets
First off, if you know anything about the British, you are aware that they love reality TV and make stars out of the contestants. Russell Brand found some fame as a VJ on MTV UK, an off shoot of the cultural American iconic music channel. He was able to parlay that into Big Brother and various off-shoots that hyped his fame with the tabloids. Those very same papers that build you up, really only relish the take-down and work to do just that. Russell Brand provided them with every thing they would need to destroy him.
My Booky Wook will have to go down as one of the worst titles ever given to a book that should be taken seriously. Brand is a damn fine writer, surprising my wife who picked the book up and read through a few pages. From the title and cover, I was certainly expecting the tired cliché of celebrity comic's books that are really just their retired stand-up routines jotted down to make that final dollar (think Seinlanguage or Couplehood). In reality, Brand has written a disturbing tale of woe that could occur to any child born to the British underclass. His depraved upbringing of neglect, poverty and divorce is not knew, but also not really looked at with such talented and ultimately happy eyes as Brands. This is no screed against humanity nor is it a self-pitying tome, but rather what seems to be a honest account of a life once gone wrong, righted by ambition and with the help of people that cared and could spot talent.
This is quite a book, one that the author and publisher should be proud to put to the public. The life of descending into heroin addiction and the ultimate trip to poverty row was eye-opening and when told in Brand's words, very humorous. The ability gain empathy with the reader while actually recounting the vilest of stories is a mark of an artist of high talent. Brand was very wonderful in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, so much so that he has been awarded a spin-off movie for his character. His songs on the sound track are actually very well done, meaning that Brand is simple an extra-ordinary talent, one that we are lucky to see survived and able to tell his story.
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Growing up without a father figure and with a sick mother, Brand is mostly left to his own devices--which usually doesn't turn out very well. At sixteen, he decides to become an actor and enrolls in the prestigious Italia Conti drama school--only to be kicked out during his last semester due to his pre-occupation with drugs.
As a result, Brand moves in with a few of his friends and decides to become a stand-up comedian--peforming in pubs and festivals. However, his self-destructive ways (drug abuse, alcoholism, sex addiction) interfere with his dreams and soon Brand is barely getting by. Everything changes when Russell lands a U.K. MTV hosting gig--that he eventually loses shortly after introducing Kylie Minogue to his drug dealer and wearing a controversial costume.
The above instance perhaps best characterizes Brand's lengthy memoir--crazy but simultaneously hilarious. Russell Brand has obviously been through a lot in his life, but nevertheless manages to recount the majority of the outrageous situations he gets himself into, as one big entertaining read. It definitely invites a sequel into Brand's life post-stardom. Fans of entertaining celebrity memoirs will enjoy this.
How many working comedians have the time to write a 400+ page memoir at the outset of their careers? For that matter, who has this much to talk about happening in their lives BEFORE stardom? Russell Brand, that's who.
The writing is pretty dense with English colloquialisms, so I'm not sure how those will translate for American readers. Footnotes, maybe? Regardless, it's hilarious as hell, proving that Brand is a worthy successor to the outlaw comic crown previously worn by Richard Pryor and Bill Hicks.
The book is finally being released in the US, subtitled as a tale of "Sex, Drugs, and Stand-Up." There's a fair amount of sex, but not as many drugs as you might expect (and very little stand-up, for that matter). The book starts and ends with Brand's stay in a sex addiction clinic, but judging from his recent troubles with the BBC, he hasn't quite banished all of his sexual demons. Can't wait for the sequel!
The bad news, I loved it and Brand has another book with the same stupid title so I am stuck buying that too.
In sum, funny book with some sobering insights into an addictive and rebellious personality.
Hilarious, Touching and of course Crazy
It was not only that the stories were fairly boring (particularly considering the subject material), but that the writing was pretty horrible. Perhaps those two are linked as I find it hard to believe that with the subjects depicted one isn't more pulled in. Poor ghostwriter?
Great Writing Style, but Lacking in Substance
However, it turned out not to be what I expected. If you're looking for a voyeuristic trip into his any of his many demons (sex addiction, drug addiction) you will be disappointed. While he touches on those things, they are not by any means the meat of the book. What narrative actually does have the most substance is the trajectory of his career. The drug and sex addictions were mere layovers in his tale of evolving as a performer and comic.
While I enjoyed his writing style, which is flourishing, effusive, flamboyant, witty and also full of many literary references I'd never expect from a former junkie and multiple school expelee, the narrative was annoyingly non-linear. He'd go on tangents that would take you back decades from whatever point in his life he was describing, for no good reason. It would have been less jarring if the anecdotes were better aligned with the subject matter at hand, but instead they came across as non-sequiturs.
This book is also particularly challenging for the non-British reader. I had no idea there was so much about British pop culture I know nothing about! There are footnotes every now and again to describe certain TV shows, British television personalities or candies, but definitely not enough to help out this clueless American reader. I definitely think there was a lot I missed out on by not being able to recognize many of the cultural references.
Though this book was not what I expected, it felt purely "Russell," and as a fan of his, I'd definitely read another book of his should he choose to follow this one up.
Eloquent, charming, and slightly sad
There are several laugh-out-loud moments, as well as some cringe-worthy ones. I found myself vacillating between wanting to slap him silly and wanting to give him a big hug. The amazing thing is, no matter how horribly or despicably he behaved, you don't end up angry with him, mainly because it's apparent that he's a genuinely good person now, but also because he's discovered the secret of "to my shame". Also, his love for his mum radiates from the pages. Gotta love a guy who reveres his mom.
A couple cons: The end (last fifth or so) felt a little rushed to me. Maybe it was a deadline issue, maybe not.
Also, even with the invaluable footnotes, some of the Brit phrases, references, and slang went right over my head. My problem, though, not Russell's!
Apparently, a lot.
Alcoholism, sexual addiction, anecdotes, documents and photographs aligned near personal experiences made this quite an interesting read. Interesting. However, at the end of this heroin-laced coaster, I couldn't help think.. "Okay. What's your point?"
I mean, sure, the author has had many a exciting and often memorable encounters with a wide variety of odd characters; however, I find it hard to believe it warranted a book. Perhaps it was my own fault to pick up his autobiography then, not being a die-hard fan of his. But in the end, not everyone who reads this WILL be a die hard fan.
While the book has a load of merits, particularly the witty, fast paced transitions that never seem to tire, it still all seems a little empty at the end. Also, those merits could also act as demerits, for his style of writing might not appeal to the common masses, particularly the name-dropping of a number of personalities. (I kept thinking-- 'I've heard of this guy', but couldn't quite remember from where.)
At the end, the book is entertaining, amusing, quick, and well written. Just... not for me. I'd suggest it if you're a fan, but honestly, I'd stick to watching the stand up.
Rating: 3/5.
A good book for Brits and Brand fans
Scholarly vocabulary + trashy subjects + Essex accent = ?
It works great on stage. But after a few chapters it became really tiresome to read. He has a few really funny stories but this book gets slowed down by his attempt to turn every sentence concerning his "unrestrained priapic excesses" into a punchline. I recommend his online comedy instead.
Brand gives us a tour of his life from childhood through recent times, and bares it all for the world to see. I have to admit that at times I was shocked by some of the stories of things he's done, but through self-effacing and honest humor, he pulls off making you want to see him to emerge victorious from his struggles. The book was touching, funny, and entertaining. My only criticism was that at times the writing was a bit convoluted, but it was more than worth sticking with it.
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Kinda slow 2 read. British references hard to understand...
A Real Life Inglorious Bastard or Sexy Beast? You Make The Call
My Booky Wook is a first hand account of Brand's life first from doing time in a sex-addict clinic in the suburbs of Philly (Chester..yeesh!), recalling from his angsty childhood on, which in a sense, never ended.
Russell yanks us like a petulant six year old at a county fair, leading the way on a wildly vivid tour through his sharp yet twisted mind as his life twists and turns like a vicious python let out of a cage.
Personally, i consider a autobiography a good one if it feels like the person is sitting there telling you this over a cup of coffee, or i guess in his case, as if you are lying next to bed with him and he's recalling all this post-coitus.. it captures the candid confessional nature of Brand's stand-up and performances while making him totally human.
Its a quick read, i finished it within a day and a half, give or take and Americans with no knowledge of British Slang/Pop Culture References be prepared to start highlighting words to google them later! of course Russell provides some footnotes but its all a lot to keep in your head as it moves on. I agree with most the end part is rushed, so i am not surprised that he's still working on My Booky Wook 2...and I like most who've fallen hopelessly in lust with him, will be waiting for it.
My Booky Wook: A Memoir of Sex, Drugs, and Stand-Up
A cute guy but a rough life indeed!
Luckily for fans of Russell Brand, this book is not merely a tale of his uncivilized and raucous days living in England getting thrown out of numerous institutions, doing drugs and having sex. Russell comes clean and is rather forthright in writing about how he managed to get help for not only his drug addiction, but his addiction to sex as well, and how he managed to get his life straightened out in order to become one of England's (and recently America's) funniest, strangest comedians.
Although some of Mr. Brand's writing style and references to countless television shows or his use of English humor may present a slight difficulty for the American reader who is unfamiliar with these particular references, his humor begins with a strong force and continues to happily take the readers throughout the entire book, never ceasing until the very end.
One of my favorite quote's of his is: "That thing of how you're scared of the storm because nature is much bigger than us? Well, I am the storm." Russell Brand is taking the world by storm, mark my words!
Intense, funny, slightly sad too...
As he mentions at the start "Dedicated to my mum. Now for God's sake don't read it!" you know its going to be good!
A raw, honest, funny, disturbing read
Love the Man, Can Live Without His Bookie
A very funny sex crazed junkie
Mr. Brand was so fanatical about sex, even as a boy, he writes, that he as unable to play the game Battleship because it made him think of bra sizes. Mr. Brand admits he's "always been drawn to the seamier side of life," and his memoir is crammed with sleaze. Just the same, this mischievous and hilarious journal is not just the story of a sex crazed junkie, it's also about deliverance and resolve.
-D.E. Boone,
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I could hear his voice reading the story to me!
Very revealling, tell all type autobiography.
The funniest book I ever read.
The humor in this book isn't from jokes, but really the delivery of it all. He has a way of speaking that's very interesting, and pulls words out of his brain that most people have forgotten about. Some of it's being British, but mostly it's from being Russell. He's clearly very smart and witty. An arguement against the thinking that drug use dulls your mind.
The honesty in My Booky Wook is amazing. He lets everything out there, and covers the topics of his drinking, drugs and sex just like it's eating and sleeping. A day in the life. I'll admit after reading I felt I've lived a fairly tame and simple life myself, in comparison. He's a wild child...and a great writer.
The funniest book I ever read.
The humor in this book isn't from jokes, but really the delivery of it all. He has a way of speaking that's very interesting, and pulls words out of his brain that most people have forgotten about. Some of it's being British, but mostly it's from being Russell. He's clearly very smart and witty. An arguement against the thinking that drug use dulls your mind.
The honesty in My Booky Wook is amazing. He lets everything out there, and covers the topics of his drinking, drugs and sex just like it's eating and sleeping. A day in the life. I'll admit after reading I felt I've lived a fairly tame and simple life myself, in comparison. He's a wild child...and a great writer.
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That honesty was precisely what made the read so compelling for me. Brand has a unique gift for non-pompous self-reflection, and refuses to bowdlerize his life just because it might offend some. His description of what it's like to take heroin deserves a place right up there with The Velvet Underground's song. It's loving and funny and unapologetic, while still acknowledging the horrific damage that addiction brings.
Brand's prose, like his personality, is deliberately flamboyant. I found myself feeling that, by all logical reasoning, I should be put off by his deliberately Dickensian flourishes. But self-knowledge saves all, and Brand combines his rococo prose with colloquial diction, self-mockery, and traces of his real, non-elite accent. In this regard, I kept thinking that Brand's style was akin to that of a very dirty P.G. Wodehouse.
The result was (dare I say it) addictive. I couldn't put the damned book down, and after finishing it I had to immediately lend it out so I wouldn't re-read it a million times.
Like all great comedians, Russell Brand turns his personal pain into comedy. Given the variety of individual senses of humor, it's impossible to guarantee that you'll find this book funny. But if you're not easily offended, you'll probably be laughing. Even if you are easily offended, you can treat this as a very honest memoir of sex and drug addiction, and be shocked that Brand tells it as a funny story.
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