5.0

July is the perfect month for memoirs, and especially serial ones. As I approach my last year of graduate school, i reflect back to my first year, and how i filled the preceding summer with professional wrestling content. Mick Foley’s multi-memoir sequence “Mankind” and “Foley is Good” stood out as a perfect pair of recollections, heavily connected and practically indistinguishable in terms of quality or character. (There may be a third Foley memoir that I never got around to, but that’s what my next life is for.)

So it is with my present July fling with John Hodgman’s books. As I said in my review of Vacationland, they’re surprisingly sweet and generous for an author known for oddball characters and a background in juvenilia. The charm and wit persist in this book, which breaks new ground discussing Hodgman’s career and experience of fame, while also recalling many details from Vacationland that reward the reader coming straight from that work.

These books are an absolute pleasure, and well worth their relatively short page counts.