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3.38 AVERAGE
3.38 AVERAGE
2.5 stars. Many moments of LOLs. But I think I read it too late. It felt so much like a book from the last century even though it was published like 10 years ago or so.
Most of the jokes are so rude and a bit amusing --as expected from someone like Sarah Silverman. Not that so shocking anymore.
Most of the jokes are so rude and a bit amusing --as expected from someone like Sarah Silverman. Not that so shocking anymore.
I laughed and laughed, and then laughed some more.
Wanted to enjoy it more. Some fun bits but kind of unorganized. Also, I think she's gotten considerably more wise in the 11 years since this was written.
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Sarah Silverman is so funny, so how could I not resist buying this ebook when it was so cheap.
I laughed so many times and her writing style I really enjoyed. It was written as if she is speaking to you directly, so it seemed quite fast-paced.
I loved learning about her, the parts that I didn't know of already anyway. She wasn't anything I didn't expect, but I am surprised the book wasn't longer. I feel like the things she did divulge, we mostly knew through media. Other than her masturbating, we really didn't learn anything new.
It was a fun read though and a quick one.
medium-paced
A quick and very entertaining read. All of her crudeness is there but the real genuineness of her personality can't be hidden.
I was surprised that I loved this book as much as I did. I don't generally read memoirs, but I was on a bit of an autobiography kick at the end of last year, and this one was still on my "to read" list so I figured I'd give it a go.
I like Sarah Silverman's comedy, and this book kind of reads like a joke most of the way through. There are a few serious bits, where she lays off the comedy a bit...but most of the time, she's just her sarcastic, humorous self.
I enjoyed getting a glimpse behind the scenes of her early career, as well as when she was going through the process of creating shows for The Sarah Silverman Program. I feel like now I've got to re-watch that to bring this whole thing full circle.
I like Sarah Silverman's comedy, and this book kind of reads like a joke most of the way through. There are a few serious bits, where she lays off the comedy a bit...but most of the time, she's just her sarcastic, humorous self.
I enjoyed getting a glimpse behind the scenes of her early career, as well as when she was going through the process of creating shows for The Sarah Silverman Program. I feel like now I've got to re-watch that to bring this whole thing full circle.
Sarah Silverman knows how to write a good joke. She does not so much know how to write a good book. As a consequence, The Bedwetter is for the most part very funny, but it doesn't really do any of that good memoir stuff like tell about how she lived in devastating poverty in Ireland and was forced to spend her days rummaging for coal to sell so her siblings would have enough to eat before they all died of typhoid fever, or reveal that her monumentally irresponsible and unstable parents kept uprooting their family when the creditors came calling before they eventually settled in a shack in the Ozarks and had to pee in a bucket in the kitchen, or allege that her father injected her with cocaine and had sex with her throughout her childhood (though to be fair, Sarah does lament that last one).
No, pretty much it just explains that she was a late bloomer and a chronic bedwetter, and her coping mechanism in the face of acute and laser-focused teasing was to develop a filthy sense of humor that would make a prison rapist blush. Then for roughly the next 200 pages, it offers up randomly grouped anecdotes about her life, her career, her friends and her TV show with no rhyme or reason (well, sometimes they rhyme, like the song lyric "there's a dream in your head/ that will never come true/ there's a stickiness all over/ and it didn't come from you"). She talks about her philosophy of comedy but doesn't get into her personal life too much. Unless of course you count her deeply personal recitations of various sex acts. But she doesn't count those. Obviously. So I won't either.
It's pretty entertaining but it isn't really a book so much as book-length, which I suppose Sarah goes ahead and admits in her "Mid-Word" (as opposed to the forward and afterword), which lists all the things she would do to get out of actually writing the book (online shopping, googling herself, falling into a deep post-googling nap, [expletive deleted], [body function deleted]. [onanism deleted]). Then she pads it out some more by putting in some pictures of penises.
So, it's pretty much what you'd expect if you saw Jesus is Magic.
No, pretty much it just explains that she was a late bloomer and a chronic bedwetter, and her coping mechanism in the face of acute and laser-focused teasing was to develop a filthy sense of humor that would make a prison rapist blush. Then for roughly the next 200 pages, it offers up randomly grouped anecdotes about her life, her career, her friends and her TV show with no rhyme or reason (well, sometimes they rhyme, like the song lyric "there's a dream in your head/ that will never come true/ there's a stickiness all over/ and it didn't come from you"). She talks about her philosophy of comedy but doesn't get into her personal life too much. Unless of course you count her deeply personal recitations of various sex acts. But she doesn't count those. Obviously. So I won't either.
It's pretty entertaining but it isn't really a book so much as book-length, which I suppose Sarah goes ahead and admits in her "Mid-Word" (as opposed to the forward and afterword), which lists all the things she would do to get out of actually writing the book (online shopping, googling herself, falling into a deep post-googling nap, [expletive deleted], [body function deleted]. [onanism deleted]). Then she pads it out some more by putting in some pictures of penises.
So, it's pretty much what you'd expect if you saw Jesus is Magic.