My parents gave me this one as a souvenir from their trip to Branson, Missouri. I remember Yakov as a stand-up comedian from the 1980's but didn't realize he was still active. Apparently he has been a fixture in Branson since 1993 and owns a theater there.
This slender book is divided into several chapters that allows Yakov to make numerous one-liner jokes similar in style to a stand-up comedy act. They are amusing but rarely slap-your-knee funny. Virtually all of them align with his shtick of a Russian immigrant to the US in the '80s trying to aid other immigrants with learning the language, customs, etc. Beneath it all is a rather charming character of Yakov, himself, who remains very happy to have come to America. What a country!
I loved this book. As an immigrant I could relate to funny things the author experienced in USA. I bought several copies and gave them as gifts to my American friends. Hilarious.
Remember when? [Russia] is the only nation in the world to have a machine that gives everyone in the country X-rays at the same time...it's called Chernobyl.
Reading through this book was like taking a literary time machine back to the 80s, when Yakov Smirnoff was the toast of comedy and cameoed on most of the hit sitcoms of the day. There was at least one of his classic groaners per paragraph, and many dated cultural references.
However.
As I read, part of my brain was deconstructing Yakov Smirnoff as an entertainer and 80s phenomenon. He clearly delivers his punchlines a la Borscht Belt comedians. Was he maybe Andy Kaufman's successor, given how little the public knows about him aside from the "fresh off the boat" Soviet schtick? His family emigrated a decade or more before the height of Yakov's popularity, so surely this character is not completely for real? Now that Yakov's heyday is over, will we ever be treated with a man-behind-the-beard memoir that is a little more authentic?
Perhaps these thoughts were the only thing keeping my head in this book at all, as it is otherwise 124 pages of largely dated jokes and cultural observations about US language and culture.
A photo of Yakov Smirnoff holding a box of condoms and asking where he can get a job in the quality control department? No matter how handsome the guy actually is, that is something that is, regrettably, now indelibly etched into my brain.
I found it for a $0.25 at my local library. It's not too surprising that they cast off this book. It's from the bad old days when it was funny to joke about women as objects. A few bits made me smile but I can't really recommend this book to anyone who's not determined to explore the works of nearly-forgotten comedians who've been reduced to a single memorable bit. In America, you review book. In Soviet Union, book reviews you. There. Now you know his bit in case you didn't.
I'm sure I thought this was hilarious when I read it at age 15 and I'm equally sure it doesn't stand the test of time. I'm reminded of the Ben Stiller skit about how Smirnoff's jokes aren't funny anymore after Glasnost.
A broken clock is right twice a day. Yakov’s comedy is frequently cringey and has been for 40 years. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be occasionally really funny. Often it’s the so bad it’s funny kind of funny, but I still laughed.
With the collapse of the Soviet Union the humor isn't as easy to grasp for the younger generation than it is for us older folks. But it is still funny to read.
It was everything I expected it to be. I always enjoyed Smirnoff's comparisons of the USSR with America, and appreciated his regular rejoinder "What a country!" I even read some passages to my wife, something I rarely do.
Written as an instructional guide to new immigrants, it contains a lot of humorous observations, some of which I recall from hearing his stand-up comedy routine. His ubiquitous smile and USSR-deprecating humor during the last days of the Cold War are great to read.
The book is a quick read, and unfortunately short. It says 125 pages, but is actually less when you take out the illustrations that are part of each short chapter. Able to be read in one day, it took me two because of other things going on. But it was a comic relief I sorely needed.
Too often spoken humor doesn't translate well to written, but Smirnoff and his writer did a good job of giving the necessary structure to pull of the transition. This would be an excellent textbook for high school history class as it shows in a very entertaining manner the differences between the U.S. and the U.S.S.R. Sandernistas might benefit by reading this, too.
A VERY good read, only missing five stars because of it was too short and the illustrations distracting rather than supportive of the humor.
This comedic memoir by America's Favorite Ukrainian is at once a heartfelt examination of the wide-eyed immigrant experience and a hilarious skewering of sinister Soviet-era politiks...
Back in the 80s, when stand-up comedy was an...an art...Yakov was one of the superstars. Why? Because he reminded Americans why America...despite its faults...mattered. And...and he had a Nabokovian gift for punning.
A good book to leave on the coffee table so that your Ukrainian guests have something to read while eating all of your oatmeal raisin cookies.
The book is entertaining and Yakov is funny, BUT... even good one liner jokes get old when he puts one in every paragraph. Sometimes 2 or 3 in a paragraph. It's so full of jokes, you can't follow what else he's trying to say. The rest of the book is just mindless drivel that leads from one joke to the next. Out of 124 pages, I managed to get to page 41 before being so fed up with the jokes that I'm putting the book down and not going to finish it. Since I found my author autographed copy at a thrift shop for 50 cents, I'll keep it (on the really off chance it might be worth something someday) but after trying to read it I can understand why the previous owners got rid of it.
The puns were directed, I'm assuming, to a much less sophisticated, 80s, mid-cold war audience. The formula of "US is great because of X--> In the Soviet Union, X was repressive --> PUN -->What a country. It was seriously a math equation made of predictable and boring exponents leading to a product of crap. BUT, I enjoyed the following lines:
...in the Soviet Union we have homosexuals, they're just not allowed to be gay about it.
I like the American version of Roulette better
Honestly, though, if I had a year to live, I would spend it in Cleveland because it would feel like an eternity
This was a book that you can read and then put down and pick up again several days or weeks later, although I read it in about 3 days. There were some really funny lines but it was almost like I was reading his stand-up comedy act funny yet missing a lot like his delivery and the audiences reaction. Though the book was okay it was clean comedy and my parents and inlaws have seen his act in Branson and both of them loved it.
I'm of the age where I've only really heard of Yakov Smirnoff in retro, so-cheesy-it's-good kind of ways. So I really enjoyed reading this book. The punch lines are rapid fire, every sentence or two. And sure, a good portion of them are groaners, but in such a way that they were fun too. And other parts were really inventive. I'm glad I picked this up when I saw it at a local thrift store.
I needed something funny and easy to read. This was a good start. To get my focus back. It was pretty corny. It was probably much funnier back in the 80s. It reminded me of the show perfect strangers. I might also be a good book for people who don’t know anything about foreign countries. Just some of the little idiosyncrasies of living abroad.