|The book he's on about|
|Bag It Up|
And alas, I was bed ridden for a day and then some.
|Just a good photo this|
|Always getting involved|
"of course fans know it's 'fake'. They buy into it to be entertained, by the gross feats of athleticism that accompany and complement the colourful story telling and this can work, or fail, spectacularly. Do you think people enjoy, say, the films of David Lynch because they are convinced that they are 'real' and are therefore slobbering, duped idiots? Obviously fucking not..."See, even a throwaway review has to go through this rigmarol, so I'd imagine it would be infuriating (or challenging) if this is your profession or genuine passion.
But these sit alongside men like Macho Man and Andre The Giant, who are given essentially equal space and story-telling, despite the fact that they are much, much bigger figures in wrestling history. As a result, these profiles feel lightweight and surface if you are previously aquainted with them.
I think the book would benefit from trimming down the roster to either tell the story nearly exclusively from the tales of lesser-knowns, or really expand into more detail on the bigger stars; you feel Shoemaker knows enough to have been able to do this but has got caught between two stalls. The fact that the profiles are separated also means that, whilst making it a good 'dipping in' book, there is a lot of criss-crossing of history, making an otherwise brisk read appear repetitive.
And then get a strange look from the other person in the room at such an odd sentence.
And maybe that demonstrates the book's slighlty awkward disposition; it's not quite enough for a 'real' fan, but still not plain enough to follow for non-wrestling fans (or 'Gobshites', as they are called in the biz). Not to bash it though, I really enjoyed it, and it helped me through my digestion ailments tremendously. Even as I was wiping the yellow-bile-dribble away from my already vomit-stained chin, the passage about 'Ravashing' Rick Rude "sucking his own dick" was mentally soothing me. So to speak.
But more importantly, (and this awkward conclusion pains me almost as much as it will the aforementioned LOT CEO, who recently railed against such peurile humour and correctly labelled them 'King Of The Foods'), that listening to, and acting upon, sausage-based advice is imperative in this day and age.
And I think that's something we can all agree on.