violetpretty5 's review for:

Tommyland by Tommy Lee, Anthony Bozza
3.0

Tommyland seems to fully capture the speaking voice and priorities of the drummer from Motley Crue. Where frequent narrative insertion from his penis -- denoted by a terrible decorative font and a jizz puddle each time -- is sort of funny, the co-author footnotes and editor asides are mostly useless. These devices and the melodramatic "caution!" intros meant to amplify that Tommy is just so "crase" put this book in the following rock auto/biography categories for me:

-I Am Acutely Aware of My Rock Star Legacy And Want To Make Sure You Know I Partied The Hardest*

-I'm An Insecure and Unreliable Narrator**

-The Combination Of My Charisma and My Co-Author's Previously Mundane Life Is Encouraging My Co-Author To Morph Into Me***

Tommyland also falls under these subgenres:

-I'm Not Going To Talk About My Most Famous Band That Much (Focused on Terrible Side Projects)****

-I'm Using This Book Deal To Woo Back My Co-Dependent Ex****

-I Am Bragging About Something I Did To A Woman That Is Disturbing*****

And that's all I have to say about that.

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*See also: co-author Anthony Bozza's Slash, Manson's The Long Hard Road Out of Hell
**A confident person puts out something like Cash by Johnny Cash with no bs or disclaimers.
***See also: Charles R. Cross during Cobain's Heavier Than Heaven, Neil Strauss's The Game, and Elliott Smith and the Big Nothing
****See: Scott Weiland's Not Dead and Not For Sale
*****Force feeding Pam Anderson some Ecstasy isn't cute, it's Cosbyish.
******Aren't anecdotal footnotes annoying?