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3.94 AVERAGE
3.94 AVERAGE
medium-paced
A really interesting and really funny memoir. I wish I realized it was an abridged version before I started it, but it doesn't matter in the end. Read by Carlin's brother, which lends it a lot of authenticity, to use one of his favorite words.
Autobiographies can be tough to get through sometimes, but this one kept me interested for the most part. I definitely became more involved towards the end. His career and growth did not take the path I expected. This book definitely won't appeal to everyone, but if you are a fan of stand up comedy or Carlin as a person, then I would recommend it.
reflective
medium-paced
dark
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informative
reflective
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fast-paced
A wonderful exploration of the life of an iconoclastic comic. From his early childhood to rocky first attempts at making it, Carlin's perfectionist mentality shines through in Tony Hendra's treatment of extensive conversations with Carlin.
As a big fan of George Carlin, I devoured this memoir with zest. It offers some interesting insights into Carlin's upbringing, his life, and how he arrived at his worldview. More surprising was how tender this book was, though. Carlin's public persona was anything but emotional -- and yet, there are some truly beautiful and heartwrenching passages in this book.
I only wish Carlin had lived long enough to do a Broadway show as he wanted.
I only wish Carlin had lived long enough to do a Broadway show as he wanted.
I grew up on his comedy and his '7 things you can't say on tv', was at the time, revolutionary and reactive. A comprehensive and intimate look at his frenetic life. I will always love his 'rebel' heart. Rest in Power!
"I no longer identify with my species. I haven’t for a long time. I identify more with carbon atoms. I don’t feel comfortable or safe on this planet. From the standpoint of my work and peace of mind, the safest thing, the thing that gives me most comfort, is to identify with the atoms and the stars and simply contemplate the folly of my fellow species members. I can divorce myself from the pain of it all. Once, if I identified with individuals I felt pain; if I identified with groups I saw people who repelled me. So now I identify with no one. I have no passion anymore for any of them, victims or perpetrators, Right or Left, women or men. I’m still human. I haven’t abandoned my humanity, but I have put it in a place that allows my art to function free of entanglements."