Book Review: Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang
My Goodreads review of Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang:
I’ve never seen her show, but after reading this book I think I understand why it’s on E!
Last weekend I got my Champaign Public Library card and promptly installed the app for checking out e-books. Eager to get started and see how things worked, I borrowed my first library e-book, Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang.
Now, before you lay into me about how stupid that decision was, a few lame excuses:
- I did not recognize Chelsea Handler’s name
- Although I’d heard of the show Chelsea Lately somehow, somewhere before, I’d never seen it and was therefore unable to make the connection between Handler and E! until after she mentioned it in her book
- I’m a sucker for the words “irreverent humor” in a book review or description
- Many first-choice titles already had holds placed on them, and I wanted to devour a book, dammit
Just how much of Handler’s memoir is shtick and how much is factual is hard for me to determine. She seems at times to be genuinely atrocious (for example, joking—or maybe not—about euthanizing her father) until she dedicates an entire self-admiring chapter to the ridiculous lies she gets people to believe.
I suppose as readers we’re supposed to have some philosophical, internal debate about whether or not the whole book is a lie. Or about whether Chelsea Handler, the person, is a lie. But that doesn’t work for me. I know people like this in real life—people who get off on making others wonder if they’re genuine or if they’re not—and they’re tedious, off-putting jerkwads.
Ugh. This is why I don’t watch the programming on E! It turns me into Judgy McJudgerson.
Anyway, the book’s saving grace? It’s short, conversational, and well-edited. So if you’re like me and you get some sense of satisfaction from merely finishing a book, you can mark this sucker “read” in a couple of hours.
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