This is a book full of hope and jokes. A novella tells the story of a newly retired Frankie Boyle, lured back onto the panel-show circuit when people who fall under a certain level of celebrity start getting raped. Frankie pitches increasingly desperate ideas for new shows as he slides down the showbiz rankings and his arse drops ever closer to an obscure sodomising.
Interwoven with this numb hymn to show-business are chapters detailing Boyle's worldview, an incessant fusillade of laughter and despair, the hollow clanging scream of a dying mechanical God and an honest attempt to describe the world by refusing to take it seriously.
Work! Consume! Die! is the collected wisdom of an idiot. (Nobody's looking, just stick it under your coat and run out of the shop.)
Francis Martin Patrick "Frankie" Boyle is a Scottish comedian and writer, well known for his pessimistic, often controversial sense of humour. He was a permanent panellist on Mock the Week for seven series and has made guest appearances on several popular panel shows including Have I Got News for You, 8 Out of 10 Cats, Would I Lie to You?, You Have Been Watching, Never Mind the Buzzcocks (as guest host and team captain when Phill Jupitus was unavailable for recording), and Argumental, as well as writing for Jimmy Carr's Distraction and Sean Lock's TV Heaven, Telly Hell.
After his 'autobiography', My Shit Life So Far, this is neither a straight autobiography, nor strictly non-fiction. Instead the book alternates, chapter by chapter, between a fictional account of Frankie Boyle living in a high-rise flat in Glasgow and a series of non-fictional diatribes against everything Boyle doesn't like about the world. There is a very tenuous Kevin-Bacon-style link between myself and Frankie; which means that this copy, which my parents bought for me, is personally inscribed with a Christmas message.
The fictional half of the book appears to be set after the period covered by My Shit Life So Far Boyle is living alone in a flat at the top of a Glasgow high-rise. A flat which he's extended with a secret annex containing his weird model of the people and places around him which he toys with in an almost voodoo way. The story mixes, presumably at least partially true, personal anecdotes of time with his children and attempts to get work post-Mock-the-Week. In the background is the story of a rapist who is targeting b-list celebrities who are no longer in the spotlight as much as they were – starting with Dom Joly. Contacted by the police, Boyle initially worries that he's a suspect, but in fact, more worryingly, they are treating him as a potential victim.
The non-fiction half of the book is a series of essays/diatribes/rants on everything that Boyle thinks is wrong with our society: war, comedy, Tories, Lib Dems, immigration, the news of the world, terrorism, the death of Osama bin Laden and homoeopathy (he actually manages to combine those two into a single joke which is pretty impressive) etc. But singled out the most is throwaway entertainment culture, as typified by our national obsession with programmes like the X-Factor, The Voice, Britain's Got Talent etc. All of these programmes come in for heavy ridicule, as do the judges on them. Unfortunately, the non-fiction section, which had potential, fails to live up to that. Each of Boyle's discussions never really goes anywhere. Instead of developing them, they are used only as a platform for more of his jokes. Obviously, as Boyle is a comedian, it's probably unfair to expect anything else. But it would have been interesting if he'd tried.
The jokes are the expected mixture of sharp insight and deeply offensive humour that he has become both loved and reviled for. No subject is every considered off-limits for Boyle's humour and if you aren't prepared to sit through some uncomfortable chapters where one, or more, of your own sacred cows are picked apart then this isn't the book for you.
It does not care what is going on in your own life, read this book and you enter into the fun and psychedelic world of Frankie Boyle. If you thought Tramadol Nights was "out there" you have yet to reach the outer galaxies of Boyle's mind with this book. He allows the reader to traverse in a world where the dreamworld and inner desires become reality. The reality that you believe in, Boyle takes his book and smacks you over the head with it relentlessly beating it out of you! Yes I have been beaten up by Boyle and it was definately worth the experience!
A heartless, soulless, monstrosity of a book. The kind of book that, were it a person, would be locked in the attic by its parents and never spoke of again.
Crap, just rubbish. Two or three funny paragraphs padded out with drivel. Frankie Boyle may deride the TV panel show, but it's what he's good at. Avoid...
Frankie Boyle was possibly wasted writing most of this one. Yet still he talked lots of sense amongst the nonsense, but this was for me a much harder read than his SPECTACULAR book, My Shit Life So Far which I recommend to anyone with a proper sense of humour.
This was a brilliant book filled with well thought out articles.
The article's explore a range of topics from celebrity news, through to political agendas and war crimes. The overarching theme being current events at the time of writing. Each article is littered with hard hitting jokes, and poignant ideas about the values we enable to underpin western society. Even the narrative, which loosely attempts to tie each article together, is as any funny as the articles themselves.
It's a great book to read either front to back, back to front or even to periodically pick up, read a random article and pretend to be a Bibliophile at your next social gathering. That said, you'd have to question whether or not I was capable of reading this book in each of the above ways, and thus whether or not my advice is credible.
Am I exaggerating in suggesting I was able to concurrently read it front to back, back to front and periodically at random? Probably. Am I lying when I say it is funny? Not at all.
If you're a fan of darker jokes, clever criticisms of celebrity culture, or anti-war/ capitalist sentiments, this book is for you.
I like Frankie Boyle's stuff, and I loved his first book, the one with the sweary title.
Work! Consume! Die! is his first work of fiction, interspersed with Frankie's gag-sprinkled view of the world.
The novella, about celebrities being raped if their public profile falls too low, evolves into a crushingly banal metaphor for fame's fickle cycle. Which is a shame, as it was quite a good story up to that point.
Meanwhile, the bits between the novella chapters can only be described as an attempt to transcribe Frankie's stand-up act into a book. And it doesn't work. While his material is alternately as funny and thought-provoking as ever, it's just not great for sitting down and reading.
Over 90% of the material in this book is brilliant, it's just a shame that for once, the whole is revealed to be rather less than the sum of its parts.
Probably the best bet for enjoying the book is to resist the temptation to treat it as a novel, in spite of the narrative chapters, and just enjoy a few pages at a time while you're on the toilet.
I don't know whether this or Scotland's Jesus came first but this is essentially the same book but with a short story between chapters that allows Boyle to add other material that doesn't fit in with reeling off gags.
As with the other book the chapters begin and end with some insightful observations, and a few chapters in the only bits I carried on reading were these and the short story elements, which combined pop culture satire with potshots at other comedians like Josie Long and Richard Herring. It gets meta at one point, Boyle pointing out that even intelligent comedians avoid the big political events and point out that Adrian Chiles is ugly, before going onto insult Chiles' face.
The stream of gags is unsophisticated and not really that funny, the other aspects are more interesting and the only thing worth the time. I still don't quite get how Boyle can be so willing to take money for laughing at people's appearances while also moaning at the inconsequential stuff that takes our attention away from fighting the capitalist system.
I've seen Frankie Boyle live recently (and loved the show), and enjoyed his TV appearances, so the 3 stars is not a rating of his comedy. A lot of this book is funny, and some of it is thought provoking. There were sections I really enjoyed.
The problem was that without Frankie's delivery a lot of the jokes were, though still amusing, shadows of what they'd be on stage. And 300-odd pages of the same humour is a lot in one dose. The story-based sections of the book didn't provide the variation required. They were my least favourite part of the book, as I didn't find them very engaging as nothing that happened in them felt important even though there were relatively high stakes at play. Oddly, the fact that it was a fictionalised version of a real person made me less concerned than I would be over a wholly fictional character, as it's hard to feel for a character when you're reminded that they have a real-world counterpart who's probably fine.
Hysterically funny in parts (lots of parts). Wasn't quite sure what to make of the italicised episodes at the start of each chapter. One of them was so tedious I skipped most of it. Also, there were quite a few jokes I didn't get at all -- either Boyle's humour is sometimes too subtle for my thick brain or he's making cultural references I'm too old to recognise.
Some of Boyle's imagery is so imaginative, insulting and hilarious -- simultaneously -- that he deserves to be seen as a kind of poet.
Very funny in parts but basically a lot of it reads like a stand up comedy routine script. The mad diary type thing in between chapters is hilarious. Lots of references to things to events happening at the time the book was wrote (2012) nevertheless still very funny. All in all it’s worth a read if you like Frankie Boyle wicked sense of humour.
Sorry, I've given up on this. I like Frankie Boyle, and this book is not necessarily bad. I guess it's a book you need to dip in and out of, reading it in the way it was originally published as newspaper articles.
Love Frankie Boyle and his comedy but this book was a real struggle to finish! The jokes were landing but it was just all over the place quickly jumping from one area to another. The interwoven novel was a big miss too for me!
I like Frankie Boyle's work as a comic, panel show presenter/guest, writer but this one was a bit of a slog. The interpolated "novel" was unnecessary and not very good.
I feel like this book tries to hard, the novel part is actually pretty poor and gets lost in pseudo intellectual rambling. The comedy parts redeem it slightly but also date it at the same time.
Okaaaay.... so this is definitely not a book that everyone or even a huge amount of people will enjoy. It's not an autobiography of any kind even though I suppose you do gain a slight insight into the mind of Frankie Boyle which to be honest isn't all that pleasant a vast majority of the time! It's more like his weird and strong opinions on huge amounts of random issues ranging from the war in Iraq to Wayne Rooney's hair transplant.
Now I will say that I am a fan of comedy and I'm not easily offended. I take what comedians say with a pinch of salt, of course some are going to be controversial, it's their job. An Irish comedian, Tommy Tiernan, is one of the most controversial comedians in the Britain and Ireland circuit and he's for sure Irelands most controversial but he's also definitely one of our most successful comics. There's a reason for this people. Comics are supposed to shock you. Yes, sometimes, you may feel they have gone too far but really, who can decide what's too far and what isn't? Frankie Boyle takes the biscuit, however. He will shock you. There's no he may or he may not, he will. And he probably hopes he'll offend you too. If he doesn't I would think that he considers it a bad night all round.
He purposely tries to offend as much as is humanely possible. And ultimately he's quite successful at this. I presume this book was written after he'd been dropped from the Mock the Week panel show as he barely mentions it. He made a remark about Jordan, a British glamour model's, disabled child and the BBC just couldn't find it in their hearts to let it go so they let him go instead. I haven't watched Mock the Week since even though I am a huge Dara O Briain fan. It's not that I'm purposely boycotting it either. It's just that it's not good any more...
Now someones disabled child may be too far, I admit. And I can see where the BBC, a family TV network, were coming from but.... he was joking? Jokes aren't meant to be taken seriously, that's kind of the whole point. Ultimately I don't know whether he was right or wrong to be honest but I do know that I find Frankie Boyle utterly hilarious most of the time. Yes, sometimes I find some of his jokes a little too vulgar or just a bit too completely insane but I don't hold that one joke against him for the rest of his life. I just move onto the next one and hope I enjoy that one more.
If you're easily offended or if you're not a Frankie Boyle fan why are you even reading this review because there isn't a hope in hell you'll enjoy this book. If you love Frankie and you're a more open-minded, easy-going type person then give it a go. Don't expect to love every minute of it, I didn't, but do expect to have more than a few times where you find yourself genuinely laughing out loud and running to your partner, friend, family member saying 'You have to listen to this one!!'
For anyone familiar with Frankie Boyle, this book will come as no surprise, though even the more seasoned fan will grimace at his eloquent offence. I will admit I was a little thrown off by the book initially, having first read it a couple of years back on holiday. Just as I was settling into an intricate rant, I was then catapulted to a pseudo-autobiographical (anti-biographical perhaps) account of Frankie's life and how his life is turned upside down by a showbiz rapist who targets comedians. As the years have gone on, I find myself enjoying the novella half of the book more and more. It's a psychedelic, dizzy account of how things could have been, and part of me wonders if this is how Frankie sees his own life, sipping Red Bull during tapings of Mock The Week and quietly wondering if he might be gay.
However, there's an underlying problem with books like this - the more things change, the more things stay the same. With any book by comedians tackling current affairs, the news changes and shifts faster than ever. What was relevant six months ago has dropped out of the public eye as quickly as it shuffled in. This can make a rant seem empty when the issue in question has either been solved, corrected or simply forgotten about. However, this doesn't make Frankie's writing style any less enjoyable. With each reference and comparison filled with venom, the need for an editor seems to be tossed out with the election papers as Frankie tells us exactly what he thinks whether it's appropriate or not.
As it stands, I would quite enjoy a full novel from his anti-biographical perspective. As much as I like the idea of Dom Joly being brutally raped in the dressing room, who knows what else lurks around the corner of the Big Brother house? Pull your finger out Frankie Boyle - stop lowering yourself with sporadic panel show appearances and write another one.
I read Frankie Boyle's first book after seeing him on the show "Mock the Weak". I enjoyed it enough and so I thought I'd give his second one a go on audiobook. Not read by the author, which was a bit disappointing at first, but the person they did get to read it had the same accent, so I found myself soon forgetting that it wasn't the author, himself. There is a lot less about the author himself, in this book, compared to the first. This book was more general rants, ramblings and opinion pieces about a very wide range of topics, whilst the first book had a lot of autobiographical information and pieces. Quite frankly, I would have been quite happy for the autobiographical stuff to have been left out of this book - not because I don't like autobiographies, but more to do with the incredibly sordid and depressing aspects of Boyle's life. I'd like to think he is having his readers on, when he talks about some of the things he has gotten up to, but I really don't think he is making it up. Yes, his brand of humour is very black and cynical and often offensive, though clever at the same time. Boyle is a contradiction in that he is smart and funny whilst also being rather depressing at the same time. A very weird combination and most certainly not to everyone's taste.
He's irreverent, crass, and politically incorrect. He's also very, very funny. Scottish comedian Frankie Boyle has managed to write a book without a swear word in the title, and it's all the better for it. This volume is his take on the insanity of modern life, covering society's ills in the form of newspapers, the Internet, capitalism, criminality and social class, technology, sport, and natural disasters. He also spends a considerable time poking fun at modern celebrity, be it TV star, politician, sportsman, or royal. In between chapters, providing some surreal distraction, there is a continuing novella rather loosely based on his own experiences in the entertainment industry. The jokes can be quite disgusting, but he prompts many laugh-out-loud moments, and his heart is in the right place: he is clearly sympathetic to those who are really suffering. His humour usually barbs lunatic behaviour by prominent people who, as responsible adults, should know better. Mr Boyle is an intelligent, well-educated chap, with a wide general knowledge and many historical references in his diatribe. If you like sharp, well-observed, topical humour, and don't mind a little swearing and uncomfortably graphic metaphors, you will very much enjoy this book.
After having read my last, very depressing book, I decided to read something funny to cheer myself up. In hindsight, choosing this book to read was a mistake. It should be called "Things I Would Have Said On Mock The Week". Just in case you missed him, this is what he had to say.
Frankie Boyle is frequently described as a 'controversial' comedian. This means he occasionally does jokes about being disabled or raped. Perhaps if he didn't insist so much upon his credentials as the voice of the underdog and oppressed, saying the unsayable, people wouldn't take it as such appalling hypocrisy. Frankie is not a controversial comedian, he is a lazy comedian. He is very funny and articulate and produces some great satire. He also cannot let an open goal go by him. Which is why so much of his act seems to be, "Racism is awful and just perpetuates negative stereotypes, like jokes that go 'A black man walks in a bar . . ." Apparently doing jokes at the expense of vulnerable people is okay so long as you do it as though you yourself are condemning it, although you'll accept the applause either way. It is shooting fish in a barrel. It is rehashing some of the oldest and most tired material because it's easy. That's not daring. It's wanting to have your cake and eat it.